The thunderer hath arisen now, the mighty god with awful name; lo! he doth shake the world about and tremble all the earth beneath.

No obstacle can bar his way—no wall, no fort, no mountain high; when he advanceth to the charge, all things are scattered unto dust.

His thunderbolt, that golden bolt, doth split the clouds and rend the air; the lightning-flash that follows him doth light the darkness of the world.

What enemy hath ever stood before the wrath of his advance? What demon, what proud-hearted foe, remained and faced him on the field?

He is the lord of all the Five—the people that do dwell upon the earth; the Aryans all do bow to him, and pray unto his name in fear.

The soma cup that standeth there, most great, most noble, runneth deep; when Indra drinketh from the bowl, his power increaseth yet again.

The draught transformeth him entire; he groweth mighty in his mind; his arms expand like mountain-walls, his voice doth thunder without cease.

In heaven he sits upon his throne, surveying all things from on high; no creature dares to cross his path, no movement escapeth from his eye.

The arrows that he shooteth forth fly swift as birds upon the wing; wherever they are aimed abroad, the mark doth fall and lie in death.

His chariot, golden-wheeled and bright, goeth rumbling through the sky; the earth quakes in her deepest depths when thus he rideth out to war.

What treasure doth he hoard at home? What riches doth he pour abroad? The gifts of Indra never cease—they flow like rivers in the spring.

When Indra drinketh of the draught and filleth full his mighty frame, the gods do tremble at his side, and demons flee before his face.

The Five Peoples all together call upon his name in prayer; they cry to him for aid in need, for victory in every strife.

His enemies, the godless ones, those wretched Dasyu-men of old, did perish utterly before the terror of his wrath sublime.

The mountains trembled and they shook, the very heavens cracked in twain, when he did speak his awful word and move against the foe in might.

His thunderbolt is unconquerable—no god, no demon can withstand; when he did hurl it forth at last, the enemy was crushed beneath.

The watchers of the mortal folk do call on him with prayers and praise; for he is guard and sentinel, the keeper of all living things.

Accept this soma that we bring, accept our hymns both loud and sweet; rejoice in all these offerings made, and grant us triumph in the fray.

Give unto us the strength of ten, the courage of a hundred strong; make firm our legs, make hard our arms, when we do march upon the foe.