Behold the triumph of mighty Indra! The foe is overthrown, and the cosmos hath been restored to order. The waters that were imprisoned now flow forth with rejoicing. The sun riseth in the eastern sky, and light doth cover the earth as a garment of gold.

The cattle are released from the dark enclosure. They run forth into the pastures, their udders full and heavy with milk. The people go forth to their labors with joy in their hearts, for they know that Indra watcheth over them.

The mountains stand firm and steadfast in their places. The earth hath been made secure by Indra's mighty hand. Chaos hath been vanquished, and the eternal order hath prevailed.

All creation singeth the praises of mighty Indra! The celestial beings look down with favor upon the earth, knowing that their champion hath once again proven his power. The good man rejoiceth, and the wicked man trembleth with fear.

The waters speak of Indra's victory as they rush down the valleys. The wind carryeth tidings of his triumph across all the lands. Even the stones, it seemeth, cry out in exultation at his deeds.

Let us make offerings unto him who hath wrought all these wonders! Let us sing hymns of thanksgiving! For through his violence and his strength hath come order, peace, and the renewal of all things.

Thou art not a god of gentle ways, O Indra, but of terrible and mighty deeds. Thou breakest what must be broken. Thou destroyest what must be destroyed. And through thy destruction cometh forth the new world, clean and pure and full of promise.

The seeds that fell upon the parched earth do now sprout and grow, for the waters have been released. The animals that fled in terror do now return, for safety hath been restored. All things that were disordered have been set right by thy hand, O mighty lord.

Accept our praise and our offerings! We are the children of thy victory, and we do flourish in the world that thou hast made!