O Indra, thou art the Bull! Mighty and strong art thou beyond all measure. The gods do tremble at thy voice; the demons do flee before thy approaching.

When thou dost drink the soma, thy body swelleth with power. The very heavens cannot contain thy might; the earth is as a small thing beneath thy feet. The mountains bow before thee; the rivers do thy bidding.

O friend of those who bring thee the pressed juice! The singer who raiseth hymn unto thee shall never be forsaken. Thou dost care for the pious; thou dost protect those who put their faith in thee.

With thy hands thou hast conquered all the demons. The serpent Vṛtra, that ancient enemy, thou didst slay. The waters that were imprisoned thou didst set free. Through thy victory, all life was given freedom.

O Indra! Accept the soma that we offer with voices raised in hymn. Drink thou and be glad! Let thy belly be filled with rapture. When thou art pleased, all the universe doth flourish.

Grant unto us, O mighty Bull, thy strength and thy protection. Let no evil come near unto us. Guard us through all times and all places. Be thou our friend and our protector forevermore.