Praise ye Indra, lord of might! He whom none may match in strength.
The Bull among all things that live, the king who ruleth heaven and earth.
Sing his praises, O ye seers, ye who dwell in sacred places.

In the beginning time Indra strode forth, full-grown and strong from birth.
He gazed upon the world and saw what needed doing, what must be done.
There came unto him the demon host, the dragon Vṛtra, dark of form.

Then did Indra, the mighty one, grasp his thunderbolt of gold.
The Vṛtra roared and coiled about like serpent thick with venom'd bite.
But Indra's arm grew strong and sure; his courage kindled bright as flame.

He smote the firstborn of the dragons; the waters leapt up with a cry.
The pent-up torrents broke their bonds, and rivers rushed forth to the sea.
The sun rose up; the sky grew wide; all creatures drew their breath again.

Still doth Indra slay the demon host—Śambara's kin and Ahi's brood.
The Dāsas flee before his might; the dark-skinned foes are cast behind.
He planteth towns for Aryan folk and setteth up the sacred flame.

Come, O Indra, drink the soma juice that we have pressed for thee this day!
The milk hath been made sweet and bright; the butter gleameth as with gold.
Drink deep and let thy courage grow; grow strong for battle, brave and bold.

When thou hast drunk thy fill, O bull, no enemy can stand 'gainst thee.
The mountains tremble at thy tread; the earth is shaken by thy roar.
Thy thunderbolt descendeth swift and splinters all that dares oppose.

The Kāṇva men have gathered here to honour thee with praise and song.
We are thy people; thou our friend; we call upon thee in the fight.
Grant us dominion o'er our foes; grant us the victory this day.

Thou hast given to us our homes, our cattle and our wealth untold.
The generous one, the friend of men, thou hearest every mortal prayer.
When we cry out unto thee, Indra, thou dost answer swift and sure.

Thy chariot rolleth through the sky drawn by bay steeds of mighty strength.
The cosmos trembles at thy voice; the very heavens bend to thee.
No god beneath the arch of sky may equal thee in glory bright.

The waters flow at thy command; the rains descend at thy behest.
The grain springs up where thou dost will; the cattle multiply and thrive.
All good things flow from thy right hand—the giver of a thousand gifts.

Those who have sung thy praises here, who've poured the soma for thy joy,
Shall find their enemy cast down, their herds shall multiply like sand.
Their children shall be strong and wise; their line shall never fail or fall.

O Indra, may we ever stand beneath thy shadow, kept from harm.
Be thou our champion in the field, our counsel in the time of need.
From thee doth all our courage flow; in thee doth all our hope abide.

So do we sing thy mighty deeds, O thunderer, O mightiest one.
Accept our hymns of praise and joy; be pleased with us and with our kin.
Grant us thy blessings manifold; preserve us all our days and nights.

The singers end their song to thee; the priests have finished up their rite.
The butter hath been offered up; the sacrifice doth rise on high.
Now, Indra, thou who lovest song, come down and share our joy this day.