O Indra, swift of foot and strong, the lord of all the gods on high,
We summon thee with hymn and prayer to come unto us in this hour.
Thy strides are mighty and are sure, thou reachest to the farthest bounds.

When thou dost march unto the war, the enemies do flee in fear.
Thy advance is like the flood that rusheth forth when banks do break.
No army of the foes can stand before thy terrible and swift assault.

O mighty one, thy charge is irresistible and none can bar thy way.
The very earth doth quake and tremble when thou comest forth to fight.
Thou art the protector of the faithful ones who pour the soma and who sing.

O Indra, hear our voices raised, we cry to thee from every side.
Grant unto us thy favours now and shield us from the eyes of foes.
Thou art our defence and our strength, the one on whom we rely.

The faithful ones who give thee praise shall never lack for anything.
Their enemies shall turn and flee, their trials shall be turned to ease.
O generous lord, remember those whose hearts are fixed upon thy name.