O Indra, greatest of the gods, accept this final hymn,
This summation of Thy glory and the light that shall not dim—
Thou art the warrior undefeated, lord of every fight,
Thou art the giver of all good, the source of boundless might.

Thy strength is like the mountains vast, unmoved and unconfessed;
Thy wisdom pierceth through the clouds, more pure than all the blessed.
Thy fury is as terrible as lightning in the night;
Thy mercy is as gentle as the morning's golden light.

When mortals gather round the fire and lift the Soma cup,
And offer unto Thee the hymn and bid Thy glory up,
Then Thou dost hear our voices and Thou turnest unto us—
The generous Lord, the victor fierce, the one miraculous.

For thou art justice manifest in all the world of men;
Thou reignest o'er the righteous and Thou punishest their sin.
The wicked trembleth at Thy name; the faithful find in Thee
A father and a guardian most noble, strong, and free.

Thy deeds are writ in heaven's vault with letters made of flame;
All generations yet unborn shall sing Thy holy name.
From age to age the poets sing of Indra's glory bright—
The Thunderer, the Soma-drinker, terror of the night.

So hear us now, O Indra bold, and grant us all our prayer:
Give us the strength to meet our foes, to show them that we dare
To face the world with courage and to stand with righteous pride.
Let Thy protection ever guard us, standing at our side.

Accept our hymns of gratitude, our songs of praise sincere;
O mightiest of gods, we bow—Thou Lord beyond compare!