I.

O Indra, bountiful lord of heaven and earth,
Whose gifts do multiply beyond all measure,
The cattle-herds do prosper at thy blessing,
The fields do yield their increase for the faithful.

II.

Thou art the lord of all that is abundant,
The giver of the rains that make the earth rejoice,
The sender of the sun to warm the fields,
The lord of wind and weather and the seasons.

III.

When thou dost look with favor on a man,
His fortunes rise like the ascending moon,
His enemies are turned away in shame,
And all the world doth bow before his greatness.

IV.

The merchants traveling forth do call upon thee,
The farmer standing in his field doth pray,
The mother in her home doth seek thy blessing,
All turn to thee for bounty and for grace.

V.

O mighty one, extend thy hand of blessing,
Let thy great power flow toward the waiting world,
We ask not for the wealth that breeds corruption,
But for the honest plenty that doth feed and gladden.

VI.

The man of truth and righteousness doth prosper,
When he doth honor thee with gifts and prayer,
But he who loveth lies and base deception,
Shall find his wealth grow thin and slip away.

VII.

Grant us, O bountiful one, thy protection,
Grant us the wisdom to use well thy gifts,
Let us remember always that thou art the giver,
And that all bounty floweth from thy throne.

VIII.

O Indra, may we walk in thy good favor,
And may our children's children know thy grace,
Let the abundance of thy blessings fall upon us,
And make us worthy of thy endless care.