Indra is the friend of those who trust in him. He standeth as a bulwark between the faithful and their foes. When the wicked gather in malice, he rideth forth upon his car drawn by the storm-horses, and his enemies scatter like dust before the wind.

Thou art the champion of ṛta, O Indra—of that cosmic order which holdeth all things in their place. The liar, the cheat, the breaker of oaths—these thou dost cast down. Thou strikeest the fortress of the godless, and their walls crumble into ash. Their treasuries thou openest, and the spoil floweth forth like water from a broken dam.

Thou hast a thousand names, O mighty one! Thou art called the Powerful, the Thunderer, the Protector of the Righteous. The hymn-singers cry out to thee, and thou hearest them. The merchant calleth upon thee in his peril, and thou guidest his ship through the storm. The warrior invoketh thy name before the battle, and his arm is strengthened.

We have seen thy deeds, O Indra! We have witnessed how thou defendest the innocent and punishest the wicked. Thy chariot rolleth through the cosmos as a wheel of fire. Nothing can stand against thee. The demons flee at the sound of thy footfall. The asuras hide themselves in deep places.

Grant us thy protection, O Indra! Stand as our fortress against the darkness that would crush us. Make strong our limbs for the work we must do. Sharpen our minds that we may discern right from wrong. And when at last our earthly deeds are finished, receive us into thy glory, for thou art the greatest of all the Devas.