O Indra, lord of all that is precious, thou art the giver of every good thing. From thy hand floweth the wealth that maketh men prosperous. Thou givest the cattle, thou givest the horses, thou givest the grain, thou givest the gold.

None may compare with thee in generosity. None among the gods giveth so freely, so abundantly, so without grudging. When the singer cometh before thee with Soma and with song, thou dost not turn him away. Instead, thou dost pour forth thy blessings like water in the flood season.

Thou art the lord of strength, O Indra. In thy hand dwell the powers that sustain all life. The weak are made strong through thy aid; the poor are made rich through thy gifts; the fearful are made bold through thy protection.

Therefore, O Indra, we come before thee with pressed Soma and with hymns of praise. We offer unto thee all that we have—our devotion, our songs, our hearts filled with reverence and gratitude.

Hear us, O mighty god. See the sincerity of our faith. Know that we worship thee with all our strength, that we praise thee with all our skill, that we serve thee with all our will.

And in return, we ask but this—that thou wilt grant unto us the good things that flow from thy hand. Give us cattle in abundance; give us horses swift and strong; give us grain for our sustenance; give us gold for our adornment and our trade.

Make us prosperous, O Indra. Make us strong. Make us victorious. Let our enemies fall before us. Let our families flourish. Let our fields bear fruit. Let our herds multiply beyond count.

For thou art the giver, and we are thy grateful receivers. Thou art mighty, and we are thy humble worshippers. Thou art supreme, and we bow before thee.

Therefore, O Indra, accept our offering. Drink deep of the Soma. Let thy heart be gladdened by our songs. And grant unto us, in return, all the blessings that come from thy hand.

This is our prayer. This is our plea. Hear us, O mighty one, and be pleased with us forever.