O Indra, thou hast shown thy might before all the gods and all the heavens! None is like unto thee in strength; none can match thy prowess in battle.

The enemies of the gods do fall before thy thunderbolt as the grass falleth before the scythe. When thou dost raise thy weapon, even the mountains tremble and the earth doth quake beneath thy feet. The demons and the sorcerers do flee in terror when they perceive thy approaching thunder.

With the Maruts thou dost ride forth upon the tempest winds. The clouds gather at thy calling; the rain falls at thy command. The rivers overflow their banks when thou dost lead them. Thou art the master of the waters and the master of the storms.

O mighty one, thy generosity is boundless! Thou givest cattle unto those who praise thee; thou givest gold and treasure unto those who bring thee soma. A thousandfold shall thy worshipper be rewarded.

The warriors call upon thee before they go to battle. They invoke thy name with voices raised in hymn. And thou dost come, O Indra, to stand beside them in their hour of greatest peril. With thy presence, they are invincible; with thy aid, they shall triumph.

Indra, the Bull, the Thunderer! Receive thou the soma that we offer. Drink thou and be glad! Let thy belly be filled with rapture; let thy strength increase beyond all measure.

Grant unto us, O mighty Indra, thy blessing and thy protection. Be thou our father and our friend. Guard us against all evil; lead us unto victory in all our endeavors.