All that moveth and all that standeth still—thou art the lord of all, O Indra. Heaven and earth obey thy will; the mountains bow before thy might. There is none like unto thee in all the worlds; nor shall ever be.

The thunderbolt in thine hand is swift and terrible; no force can withstand its fall. When thou dost hurl it forth to war, the demon's fort doth crumble down. Thou art the breaker of the strong; thou art the god of all the brave.

The rivers flow at thy command; the clouds obey thy word. The light that was enwrapped in dark, thou didst bring forth and set on high. All the treasures that were bound, thou didst unbind and scatter forth. Thou art the giver of all good things.

I call upon thee as a friend, O Indra; come to the singer's aid. Be not far from me in the time of trouble; come and strengthen me with thy might. Let thy blessings fall upon me as the rain doth fall upon the thirsty earth.

Thy aid was given to our fathers in the days of old. The Kāṇvas known of thee; thou didst support them in their need. Strong were the deeds of those great men; their names live ever in the hymn. And thou, O Indra, reignest still, unchanged from age to age.

Tṛtsus and Bharatas and Druhyus all have sung thy praise. The warriors who in battle trusted in thy might—to them thou gavest victory and fame. Their enemies were smitten down; their fortresses were cast to dust.

The thunderbolt hath never failed when wielded by thy hand. The demon Vṛtra felt its blow; Śambara was crushed beneath. The hosts of foes have fallen before thy might; the strong have bowed to thee. None can resist when thou dost go forth to war.

Come to our aid, O mighty one, as thou hast aided all before. We are thy servants and thy praise-singers; we look to thee alone. Hear thou our voice and grant us strength; give us the victory o'er our foes.

The soma-drops are pressed for thee; the songs are lifted high. The priests have set the rite in place; the fires burn with sacred flame. All things are ready for thy coming; come and drink with us.

Thy generosity is boundless, O Indra; none can match thy bounty. Thou givest freely to the good; thou succourest the weak and small. We thank thee for thy endless gifts; we praise thy name forever.

Thou art the god of the wide sky; the earth beneath thee is firm and sure. All that dwelleth between the two worlds is held secure by thy might. The mountains stand where thou dost will; the rivers flow as thou ordainest.

The wise men praise thee with their hymns; the singers raise their voices high. All creatures—bird and beast and man—do bow before thy throne. Thou reignest over all with justice and with strength.

To thee do we lift up our hands; to thee do we pour the sacred drink. Accept our offering and our hymn; be pleased with what we have prepared. Grant us thy friendship and thy aid; guard us from every evil thing.

The thunder is thy voice; the lightning is thy hand. When thou dost rage, the world doth tremble; when thou dost rest, all things are still. We fear thee and we love thee, O great Indra; ever shall we sing thy praise.