None can match thy prowess, O Indra! No deva, no man, no creature under heaven can rival thee in strength. Thou standest alone at the peak of all power. The Devas themselves bow before thee and acknowledge thy supremacy.

In the beginning, when chaos did prevail, it was thou that brought order forth. Thou didst slay the primordial demons that would have consumed all being. Thou didst establish the courses of the sun and moon. Thou didst set the stars in their places. All creation oweth its existence to thy acts.

Other deities have their domains—Agni ruleth the fire, Varuṇa the waters, Sūrya the light of day. But thou, O Indra, transcendest all boundaries! Thy power reacheth into every realm. When thou speakest, the gods listen. When thou commandest, all must obey.

Thou art the king of the Devas, though none hath crowned thee with a formal crown. Thy sovereignty is acknowledged by all. The lesser gods come to thee for counsel. The celestial hosts march at thy command. The cosmos itself moveth according to thy will.

We are small beneath thy gaze, O mighty one! We are as dust motes in the sunlight of thy glory. Yet thou dost not despise us for our smallness. Thou receivest our hymns and our offerings. Thou hearest the prayers of mortals who call upon thy name. Grant us but a fraction of thy power, and we shall be content. Let us serve thee all our days, and in the world beyond this one, may we dwell in thy presence forever.