I.

O mighty Indra, slayer of Vṛtra dread,
Whose deeds do shake the very foundations of the world,
Sing we thy glory, O master of the cosmos,
Thou who didst fashion all that is and ever shall be.

II.

In the beginning was the chaos terrible,
The waters lay imprisoned by the serpent's coils,
The light was hidden, darkness ruled triumphant,
And naught but sterile emptiness did reign.

III.

Then Indra, wise and valiant, didst arise,
Thou didst call down the lightning from the sky,
Thou didst forge weapons in the blacksmith's fires,
And makest ready for the cosmic war.

IV.

The Maruts gathered, the deities assembled,
All the great powers did come forth in hope,
They looked upon thee, Indra, mighty one,
And knew that thou alone couldst save the world.

V.

Then thou didst strike, O thunder-wielder great,
Thy thunderbolt did cleave the sky asunder,
The Vṛtra fell, his body torn and broken,
And from his corpse the waters rushed forth free.

VI.

The sun arose victorious in the heavens,
The stars came forth and took their appointed places,
The rains began to fall upon the parched earth,
And order came to rule where chaos dwelt.

VII.

The cattle lowed in pastures green and fertile,
The crops grew tall and golden for the harvest,
The rivers flowed toward the waiting ocean,
And all creation gave a joyful song.

VIII.

O Indra, thou who art the Lord of All,
Who keepest order 'gainst the forces dark,
We praise thee for the cosmos that thou madest,
For sun and moon and stars and all that is.

IX.

Let thy great power continue ever watchful,
That chaos rise not up to rule again,
Grant us to live within the world thou orderedst,
And give us peace to walk upon the earth.

X.

O mighty one, whose deeds are sung eternal,
Whose glory shineth brighter than the sun,
Accept our hymn of praise, accept our offerings,
And guard us in the world that thou hast made.