Thou art my friend, O Indra, and I am thy devoted follower. Thou failest not them that trust in thee. Thy thunderbolt is swift as lightning, and there is none among the gods who can withstand its force.

I sing thy praises, O mighty one! The path that was barred is now open wide before the people. The waters flow down from the high mountains, where thy terrible hand did smite them free. Thou art the liberator, the breaker of bonds, the god who giveth liberty unto those that cry unto thee.

Thy horses, yoked unto thy chariot, are swift as the wind that sweepeth across the desert. Thy golden crown shineth brighter than the noonday sun. When thou comest forth, the clouds gather, and the rain falleth upon the thirsty earth.

Grant unto me the gifts that I desire—horses fleet of foot, cattle without number, gold and precious stones. Make me victorious over my foes. Let them flee before me as the darkness fleeth before the dawn.

Thou hast shown thyself faithful unto me in times of trouble. When my enemies rose up against me, thou didst stand by my side and smote them down. Thou art the ever-living, ever-faithful friend upon whom I may lean.

The priests call thee the slayer of demons, the destroyer of darkness, the giver of light. Thou art these things, and more than these. Thou art the strength that dwelleth in the heart of the warrior, the wisdom that dwelleth in the mind of the sage.

O Indra, accept the soma that we pour for thee! Hear the hymns that we sing! Let thy favor rest upon us, that we may prosper in all our undertakings. Grant us sons of valor, daughters of grace, and wealth that shall endure forever.

Be thou our friend and protector, our refuge and our strength. In thee do we place our trust. In thee do we find our hope. Accept our offerings and bless us with thy mighty hand.