Sing forth the praise of Indra, mighty fortress-breaker, he who holdeth the thunderbolt in his fist. The cities of the demons crumble at his approach; the strongholds of his enemies tumble like straw before the wind.

O Indra, thou art invincible in battle. When thou didst smite the enemy with thy bolt, the very mountains quaked beneath the weight of thy vengeance. The foes of the righteous flee before thee as the darkness fleeth before the dawn.

He who giveth us victory in war, who maketh our arrows swift and our arms strong—unto him we offer our hymns and our praises. For in thee dwelleth the power to overcome all adversaries.

Grant us, O Indra, the courage of the lion and the strength of the bull. When we go forth to battle, be thou our companion and our shield. Let no foe stand before us; let no stronghold withstand our assault.

Thou hast smashed the hundred fortresses of the demon; thou hast loosed the waters that were locked in the mountains. By thy mighty deeds hath the world been made anew, and the light of victory shineth upon the righteous.

With thy thunderbolt, O Indra, thou dost cleave the clouds and send down the rain upon the earth. The rivers flow at thy command; the fields are watered by thy bounty. All things that live do prosper through thy strength.

Rejoice, O Indra, in the juice that we press for thee. Drink deeply of the soma and be exalted. Let thy power be magnified; let thy might be manifest in all the world. We are thy servants; we sing thy praises without ceasing.

O Bull, mightiest of gods, accept our offering. Come to our feast and make merry with us. Be gracious unto those who call upon thy name, and grant them prosperity and peace.

Indra, the fortress-breaker, the slayer of demons—unto him we cry. Hear our voices as they rise in the assembly; mark our sacrifice as it riseth like smoke toward heaven. Be our protector, our refuge, our strength.

When evil men arise to trouble us, and the wicked plot against the righteous, we turn to thee, O Indra. Smite them with thy bolt; drive them away as the storm driveth the clouds. Be our avenger, our champion, our lord.

Thy deeds of valor are without number; thy mighty acts are beyond counting. No god equalleth thee in strength, no warrior matcheth thy prowess. Therefore do we sing thy praise without ceasing.

In this life and in the life to come, be thou our friend and our protector. Grant us victory, grant us strength, grant us all the blessings that flow from thy generous hand. O Indra, receive our hymn with favor.