I.

Sing we of Indra, the Dāsa-slayer fearsome,
Who smote the servants of the dark with thunderous hand,
When Abhyāvartin Cāyamāna called upon thee,
Thou didst go forth and break the enemy's might.

II.

The Dāsas rose in rebellion 'gainst the righteous,
They gathered round with weapons sharp and cruel,
They sought to turn back the courses of the rivers,
And break the sacred order of the gods.

III.

Then Abhyāvartin Cāyamāna called unto thee,
His voice did rise as a prayer unto the heavens,
He poured the soma forth in desperation,
And cried for thee to come and save his people.

IV.

O Indra, thou didst hear his righteous plea,
Thou came with thunder rolling through the sky,
The very earth did tremble at thy coming,
And all the heavens rang with thy great war-cry.

V.

The Dāsas fled before thee like the darkness
When first the sun doth break upon the eastern hills,
Their weapons fell useless from their nerveless fingers,
Their fortresses crumbled like the sand.

VI.

By thy great hand was slain the demon leader,
Who had sought to enslave the righteous men,
The servants of the dark did fall and perish,
And the world was freed from their dark curse.

VII.

O Indra, thou who savest the righteous,
Who comest to the aid of those that pray,
Grant that we too may find thy aid and succor,
When evil riseth up to challenge thee.

VIII.

Abhyāvartin Cāyamāna gained great glory,
For he did trust in thee and found thee true,
Let us too walk the path of the righteous,
That we may call on thee and find thee ever nigh.

IX.

O slayer of the servants of the darkness,
Accept our praises, hear our grateful song,
Let thy great strength guard all the faithful peoples,
And let the righteous triumph and grow strong.