I.

O Indra, god of battles, hear our war-cry,
We march unto the field with shields and spears in hand,
Our enemies draw near with evil intention,
But we do place our trust in thee alone.

II.

The drums do sound the battle's ancient summons,
The warriors gather, eager for the fray,
They sharpen spears and polish bright their armor,
And every heart doth beat with fierce and fighting pride.

III.

O mighty Indra, thou who lovest valor,
Grant unto us the courage of the brave,
Let every sword strike true when raised in battle,
Let every arrow fly swift to its mark.

IV.

We do not fight for gold or lands or riches,
But for the honor of our homes and hearths,
For those we love, for those who trust within us,
For all the things that make life worth the living.

V.

Give us the strength to face the charging horsemen,
Give us the wisdom to command the fight,
Let not our enemies prevail against us,
But turn them back defeated and ashamed.

VI.

The hero who doth fall in righteous battle,
Doth pass into thy glory in the heavens high,
He sitteth at the tables of the immortals,
And drinketh of the soma without end.

VII.

O Indra, send thy blessing down upon us,
Let thy great power flow into our hearts,
That we may face the enemy without fear,
And give to thee the glory of the victory.

VIII.

We offer thee the first fruits of the battle,
The spoils of war, the honor of the day,
Accept our sacrifice, accept our valor,
And grant us triumph as the sun doth triumph o'er the night.