Hail to thee, O Indra, the dragon-slayer, the liberator of the captive waters! Once more we sing thy praises, for thy deeds are eternal, thy victory forever. When Vṛtra lay in the mountain's breast, keeping the waters bound in darkness, thou didst smite him with thy thunderbolt and rent the stone asunder.

Then did the waters break forth as a torrent, rushing down like wild mares from the stall, freed at last from their confinement. The mountains trembled, the earth shook, and all the devas cried out in jubilation at thy mighty deed. The plants did flourish, the cattle grew fat, and the Soma flowed forth to gladden the hearts of men.

See how the waters dance now in their freedom, flowing to every land, giving life where once was only stone and silence. Thou hast made them fruitful and abundant, O Indra. The rains descend at thy bidding; the rivers course through the valleys singing thy praise.

We have seen thy work manifest in every season that turneth. When the monsoon cometh and the sky breaketh open, we know it is thy power at work, the same power that smote Vṛtra in the ancient time. Thou art the keeper of the waters, the master of the storm, the eternal guardian of the life-giving floods.

Let the praises of men and gods rise up to thee, O Indra the Mighty! Accept our offerings and our hymns. Bring the rains upon our fields; fill our rivers; make abundant the flocks of those who honour thee. Thy victory over Vṛtra is our salvation, and we shall sing of it world without end.