Praise unto Indra, the greatest of gods! Sing his glory from every mountaintop! His mighty deeds do fill the heavens and the earth. The very stars do pale before his brightness.

Indra, thou holder of the thunderbolt! Indra, thou slayer of dragons! Indra, thou lord of storm and rain! Who among all the powers in heaven and earth can match thy strength?

In the beginning times, thou didst slay the serpent Vṛtra that held back the waters. The dragon's body grew to great size, blocking the course of the rivers. But thou, O mighty Indra, didst strike him down with thy thunderbolt, and the waters rushed forth in great torrents.

Seven rivers do flow at thy command. The Sutlej, the Chenab, the Ravi—all do obey thy will. The earth itself is nourished by these waters. All creatures do drink and are made strong.

Thou hast conquered the demon Śuṣṇa and all his fortresses. Ninety-nine cities hast thou laid waste. The proud and the wicked do flee before thee. Thy enemies do grovel in the dust.

Come, O Indra! The Soma hath been pressed! The altar hath been made ready! The butter burneth bright as liquid gold! Drink deeply of this draught, O mighty one!

Let thy belly be filled with the sweet juice of the sacred plant. Let thy strength grow even greater. Let thy courage shine forth like the sun at midday. There is no foe that can stand before thee!

Thou art the friend of the singer. Thou dost hear the cry of those who call upon thy name. The weakest among us doth find strength through thee. The poorest among us doth find hope in thy generosity.

Thou givest horses to thy worshippers. Thou givest cattle and golden treasures. No gift is too great for thee to bestow. Thy hand is always open; thy bounty is without measure.

The Vasishṭhas do praise thee with all their hearts. Vasiṣṭha himself doth sing thy songs. He knoweth thy nature; he understandeth thy power. Through him, we do receive thy blessings.

O Bull of Heaven, thou art our father and our protector. We are as children in thy care. Guard us from all harm! Keep us safe from those who would do us evil! Let thy might shield us forever!

The rain falleth at thy command. The thunder cracketh across the sky. Lightning doth leap from cloud to cloud. All of nature doth tremble at thy voice.

Yet thou art not only mighty in war. Thou art also generous in peace. The harvest doth flourish when thou art pleased. The cattle do grow fat and strong. All creatures do prosper under thy care.

We offer unto thee the finest of sacrifices. The butter is pure and sweet. The Soma is pressed with care. The hymns are sung with devotion. Accept these offerings, O mighty one!

Let the fame of Indra spread to every corner of the earth! Let all peoples know his greatness! Let the very mountains echo his name! Let the rivers sing his praise!

No foe doth dare to rise against him. No demon doth dare to show his face. The wicked do hide themselves in darkness, for the very mention of Indra's name doth fill them with terror.

O Thunderer, O wielder of the bolt, O king of gods and men! Accept our worship! Accept our hymns! Grant unto us thy protection and thy love forever and ever!

We shall praise thee without ceasing. Each day we shall sing thy name. Each night we shall dream of thy glory. And when we come before thee at the last, may we find mercy and honor in thy sight.

Let thy reign be eternal! Let thy kingdom never fall! Let thy justice prevail in all things! And may all creatures under heaven know thy goodness and thy might!