O Indra, god of gods supreme, we sing thy praise with voices raised.
Thy might is manifest in all the deeds of power that thou dost do.
Accept the soma that we pour and bless us with thy favour bright.

Thou art the slayer of the foes, the keeper of the sacred law.
The thunderer whose voice doth shake the very pillars of the earth.
O great and generous one, grant unto us thy abundance overflowing.

We ask not for the gifts of lesser gods, but only ask for thine.
Thy generosity doth know no bounds, thy giving hand doth never fail.
O Indra, thou art faithful to thy servants who do sing thy praise.