O Indra, hear the voice of those that praise thee! The soma floweth forth upon the altar; the gift is ready for thy holy pleasure. Come hither now and taste this draught so precious—be thou gladdened by the offering made.

Let thy great strength come down unto thy singer; let thy protection spread o'er all my dwelling. Grant me the victory in every contest, and wealth that shineth bright upon my household. Stand thou beside me in the hour of danger, when demons press upon me from all sides.

Thou art the guardian of all sacred places, the keeper of the rites and ancient customs. The heavens tremble at thy word of thunder; the earth doth shake when thy great bolt descendeth. Yet thou art gentle to the man who loves thee and offers up to thee his heart and gifts.

The Vālakhilya-hymns do end before thee, these lesser verses that we call upon thee. But thou art not made lesser by our smallness; thy might remaineth vast as earth and heaven. Accept these hymns, O Indra, source of blessing—let thy long favour rest upon our dwelling.

Grant us, O Indra, kinship with the gods and riches that no evil can diminish. Give strength unto our bodies, peace unto our hearts, and valor unto those who fight with honour. As thou hast guarded the ancient singers ever, so guard thou us and keep us from all harm.

The days and nights return in their succession; the seasons wheel, and life's great course continueth. O Indra, grant us life that runneth long and prosperous, in joy and health and strength throughout our living. Receive our final hymn before the finishing—let thy great blessings follow ever after.

So let it be. So shall it be forever. The gods have spoken through our priests and singers. The soma hath been drunk in ancient manner. Now let us hear, O Indra, thy assent to all that we have asked and all we offer.