Indra alone surpasseth all the gods in might and majesty. None among them dare contend with thee. Thou art supreme in strength, supreme in wisdom, supreme in the dispensing of wealth and victory.

Who shall match thee, O Indra, in thy cosmic battles? Thou hast overthrown the dark hosts that did stand against the light of dawn. The very sky trembleth at thy voice, and the earth shaketh beneath thy feet.

Thou givest unto the warrior the courage of a lion, and the swiftness of the eagle. Thou strengthenest the weak man's arm, that he may strike down his foe. Thou art the friend of those who invoke thee with a pure heart.

Be merciful unto us in the days of battle, O lord of lords! Grant us victory over the foes who rise against us. Let not their arrows find their mark upon our warriors. Let not their chariots rattle through our lands.

Give unto us abundance in peace, that our fields may produce grain in plenty, and our herds may multiply beyond number. Let our children grow strong and wise. Let our enemies tremble at the very mention of our name.

Thou alone art worthy of the greatest praise. The soma that we pour is a gift most precious, offered unto thee with reverent hands. Accept it, O mighty one, and grant unto us the blessings that we seek.

No other god hath thy power to give such gifts. No other doth guard the righteous man as thou dost guard him. The man who calleth upon thee shall never walk in darkness or in fear.

Indra, thou art the storm that watereth the earth. Thou art the fire that burneth away corruption. Thou art the wind that driveth away the pestilence. Accept our prayers, O mighty god, and bless us with thy favor this day and all the days of our lives.