O Indra, thy thunderbolt is the mightiest weapon that doth exist in all the worlds! With one blow thou dost shatter the strongholds of the demons. With one strike, thou dost break through all barriers and all walls.

No fortress can withstand thee; no rampart, however high and thick, can stand against thy terrible approach. The mountains that reach unto the heavens do bow before thy might. The rocks that seem eternal do crumble and fall away.

O Thunderer, when thou dost raise thy bolt, the very sky doth shake. The earth trembles beneath thy feet. The winds cry out in fear; the clouds do scatter like sheep fleeing before a hunter.

All the enemies of the gods do hide themselves when they perceive thy approaching thunder. They know that their strongholds are as paper before thee; their weapons are as straw. There is no place to hide from thy terrible and all-seeing power.

O mighty Indra, wielder of the bolt! Accept our hymn and our offering. Crush thou the enemies of those who believe in thee. Let none rise up against the worshippers of the Thunderer.

Grant unto us thy protection, O Indra! With thee beside us, no barrier can stand against us. With thy aid, we shall overcome all obstacles.