Indra, mighty lord of gods, we summon thee with praise and prayer.
Thou art the giver of all wealth, the dispeller of our foes.
Hear us, O thunderer of great renown, and grant us riches manifold.

Grant unto us, O Indra, thy protection and thy strength most sure.
That we may stand against all enemies who rise to work us harm.
Thou art the friend of those who pour the soma and who chant thy name.

With the sweetness of the milk-drink thou dost grow in power most vast.
Thy frame, O mighty one, doth swell with vigour never known before.
We praise thy deeds of old, O god, and ask that thou wilt aid us now.

For thou dost grant unto thy friends the treasure that they long to hold.
Silver and gold and herds of kine do flow from out thy generous hand.
Give unto us, O generous one, the riches that we ask of thee.

Thy thunderbolt is like the sun, it pierceth every clouded sky.
With it thou dost strike down the foes who lift their hands to work us ill.
Guard us from every harm, O strong one, with thy might that knoweth not defeat.

O Indra, thou art praised by all the singers who have ever lived.
They lift their voices up to thee and chant the deeds of thy great strength.
Accept our offering now, O god, and grant unto us thy reward.

Thou art the lord of both the gods and all the mortal men beneath.
No power can stand against thy will when thou dost move to bring it forth.
We cry to thee with voices raised, O Indra, hear us in this hour.

The days pass quickly as they come, and all must seek thy aid in time.
Grant us the blessing of thy strength so we may walk through life secure.
O father of the gods, descend and drink the soma that we pour.

Thy hands do overflow with gifts for those who give thee praise and song.
The singers who do lift their voice in hymns of honour unto thee
Do find in thee a friend most true, a protector firm and strong.