O Indra, thou art the lord of all riches and all treasures! The cattle are thine; the gold is thine; the grain that groweth in the fields is thine. All bounty cometh from thy hand.

The king who worshipeth thee with offerings and with hymns shall never lack for treasure. His herds shall grow beyond all counting; his storehouses shall overflow with grain. His wealth shall be renowned throughout all the lands; his name shall be sung by all the peoples.

O giver of gifts! Thou art generous beyond all measure. Even the poorest man, if he believeth in thee and maketh offerings according to his means, shall receive thy blessing. Thou dost not despise the humble; thou dost not turn away the lowly.

When a man calleth upon thee with heart full of faith, thou dost answer his prayer. When he raiseth hymn unto thee, thou dost listen and thou dost grant his desires. The riches that thou givest cannot be taken away; the blessings that thou bestowest shall endure forevermore.

O mighty Indra! Look upon us with favor. Grant unto us abundance and prosperity. Let our herds grow strong; let our fields bear fruit. Let our coffers be filled with treasure; let our granaries overflow with grain.

We honor thee, O Indra, giver of all good things. Accept our offering and our hymn. Be thou our friend and our protector, and let thy blessings rest upon us all the days of our lives.