I.

O Indra the generous, whose hand doth never refuse,
Who giveth unto all that call upon thy name,
The poor man and the rich man, the stranger and the kinsman,
All do receive thy gifts and thy abundant grace.

II.

Thy treasures are as vast as all the oceans,
Thy riches flow like rivers to the sea,
No man can count the gifts that thou dost give,
Yet thy abundance never doth grow less.

III.

The man who giveth soma unto thee
Doth find his fields grow thick with golden grain,
His cattle multiply like the sands of the desert,
His children grow to strength and to renown.

IV.

But he who faileth to remember thee,
Who turneth from thy altar and thy fire,
Shall find his fortune dwindle like the moon,
And poverty shall cling unto his house.

V.

O generous Indra, look upon thy worshippers,
See how we pour the soma at thy feet,
With hands uplifted high we call upon thee,
Begging thy gifts and begging thy good will.

VI.

Give us the cattle, give us gold and riches,
Give us the sons who shall be mighty warriors,
Give us the daughters fair and full of grace,
And let us live in plenty all our days.

VII.

Thou art the giver of all good fortune,
The guardian of the homes of mortal men,
All blessings flow from thee unto thy children,
All joy and all good health doth come from thee.

VIII.

O Indra, let us stand forever in thy favor,
Let us not fall away from thy great grace,
But keep us near unto thy heart forever,
That we may share thy bounty and thy love.