Remember, O Indra, the day when thou drankest the soma and thy strength grew beyond measure! Remember how thou didst rise up in fury and grasp thy thunderbolt. Remember how the demon Vṛtra fled before thee, coiling upon himself in fear.

Remember how thou didst smite him, how the serpent burst open, how the waters poured forth! All of creation rejoiced at that deed. The gods sang thy praises; the mortals cried out in thanksgiving. That was thy glory, O lord—that was the moment when all things understood thy might.

Remember, too, the dāsas whom thou didst slay! The fortresses thou didst break, the enemies thou didst scatter! How they fled before thy chariot! How their wealth became the spoil of thy faithful! These deeds are written upon the very fabric of the world; they shall never be forgotten.

We sing these deeds now, O Indra, not merely to praise thee—though praise is thy due—but to move thee to action. Hear what thou hast done; remember thy power; awaken again to thy former glory! If thou couldst slay Vṛtra in ancient times, why canst thou not slay our enemies now?

If thou couldst break the fortresses of the wicked then, why canst thou not break them now? Art thou grown weary, O lord? Art thou sleeping? Nay, we cannot believe it! Thou art eternal; thy power knoweth no weariness. Therefore we remind thee of thy deeds.

Rise up, O Indra! Let thy thunderbolt blaze again! Slay the demons that threaten us; break the fortresses of our foes; grant us victory and plunder! Do now as thou hast done before, and we shall sing thy praises till the end of the world!