What deeds hath Indra wrought that we might rehearse them in song! How many ages have passed, yet still his ancient victories echo through the worlds. We praise him not for what he shall do in time to come, but for what he hath already accomplished in the ages past.

Thou didst slay the serpent Vṛtra when the waters lay imprisoned. Thou didst break open the chambers where the rain was locked away. Thou didst free the rivers to flow down from the mountains. By this deed alone thou art worthy of eternal praise.

Thou didst prop apart the sky and the earth, that there might be space for all creatures to flourish. Before thy deed, the cosmos lay stifled in darkness. After thy deed, light flooded all the worlds.

Thou didst slay the Dasyus in their fortresses. Thou didst break their chariots and scatter their armies. The riches of those vanquished foes became the property of the Āryan peoples who worship thee.

Thou didst beget the Maruts, those fierce storm-gods who ride upon the clouds and shake the heavens with thunder. Thy progeny are mighty and fearless, forever assisting thee in thy celestial battles.

When the demons arose to challenge thy supremacy, thou didst cast them down. When the Dasyus built their strongholds against thee, thou didst reduce them to rubble. No enemy hath ever prevailed against thee.

The sages of old sang thy praises, and we sing them now. The sages of ages yet to come shall sing them in their turn. Thy deeds are eternal, unchanged by the passage of time. Thy glory fadeth not.

O Indra, these ancient victories of thine are more permanent than mountains! They are more stable than the earth itself! Let us rehearse them forever, that our children's children might know thy power and fear thy name.