I.

Sing we of Indra the warrior-king,
Whose deeds are sung from heaven down to earth,
Whose strength doth overflow all bounds and measures,
The slayer of demons, the friend of the gods.

II.

In battle doth he shine like the sun ascending,
His form doth gleam with light more bright than lightning,
The darts of his enemies flee away before him,
As shadows flee when the sun doth rise at dawn.

III.

His chariot is drawn by horses that obey no rein,
Swift as the wind, strong as the very storm itself,
Behind him ride the Maruts, shouting their war-cry,
While mortals tremble at the sound and shout of war.

IV.

What foe hath stood against him and not fallen?
What demon hath resisted his great strength?
He crusheth them like potter crusheth clay,
And scattereth them like the chaff before the winnower.

V.

O warrior-king, accept our praises now,
See how we honor thee with song and prayer,
We know thy deeds, we tell thy mighty victories,
O Indra, greatest of all gods and men.

VI.

The wise do gather to hear tales of thy achievements,
The mothers tell their children of thy fame,
From generation unto generation passeth
The memory of thy glory and thy wondrous deeds.

VII.

Grant us, O mighty one, thy warrior spirit,
That we may stand in battle strong and brave,
Let thy great strength flow through our mortal bodies,
And make us worthy of thy constant care.

VIII.

O Indra, thou whom all the deities honor,
Accept our offering, accept our song of praise,
Let us walk ever in the light of thy protection,
And live as those whom thou dost favor well.