Come hither, Indra, mighty-armed, the victor of the thunderbolt. Thy cosmic deed hath shaken heaven; the mountains quailed before Thee when Thy foe lay broken 'neath Thy mace.

We call upon Thee, Thunderer, wielder of the supreme force. Thou didst smite the dragon of the deep and loose the waters for all the world. The demon's blood hath stained the earth, but Thou hast bathed in victory.

Thy coursers, bay and fleet of foot, they bear Thee swiftly through the sky. No chariot hath Thy equal in its speed; the gods themselves bow down before Thee as Thou passest through the clouds.

In ancient days, when chaos ruled and darkness held dominion o'er the earth, Thou didst arise, O Indra, armed with purpose and with might. Thy generosity doth overflow; the bounteous giver of all good.

We praise Thy deeds, O Lord of War. The heavens hold Thy name in sacred awe; the earth doth tremble at Thy voice. Give us the strength to face our foes, to stand as Thou dost stand—unwavering and bold.

Thy victories are sung in every hymn; Thy thunderbolt is feared by all. The Maruts follow in Thy train; the winds themselves do bow to Thee. Grant us Thy favor in this hour, O mighty one, O king of gods.

The sacrifice is set, the soma flows; we offer up our voices in Thy praise. Accept this gift as Thou hast done in times of old. Be merciful and grant us victory and wealth and honor.

The dragon's blood hath colored all the streams; his scales lie scattered in the deep. Yet more there are who wait to test Thy strength. Come forth, O Indra, come again and show Thy power to all the world.

Thy friendship is the greatest prize; to walk beneath Thy watchful gaze is blessing beyond measure. The gods themselves do seek Thy favor. How blessed are those whom Thou dost call Thy own.

In battle Thou art undefeated; no foe hath ever turned Thee back. Thy hand is swift, Thy heart is true, Thy courage boundless and complete. Be our ally, be our friend; defend us from all evil and all harm.

The earth doth bear the weight of Thy great deeds; the sky cannot contain the vastness of Thy glory. Thy name doth echo through all worlds and ages yet unborn shall hear of Thee and know Thy fame.

The soma pressed with reverent hands doth reach Thy lips as Thou dost sit on high. Drink deeply, mighty one, and let this gift restore Thy strength. We call upon Thee with the oldest songs; accept our praise as Thou didst in the days of old.

Thy enemies do fall like autumn leaves; they scatter at the sound of Thy great war-cry. Their fortresses are nothing 'neath Thy power; Thy will alone is law unto all lands. Guard those who call upon Thy name with truth and honor in their hearts.

The Maruts, wild and fierce, they are but servants of Thy greater might. What force could stand against Thee when Thou marchest forth in splendor? No king hath ever matched Thy throne; no god hath ever equaled Thee in glory.

We offer up our voices in this hymn; we pour the soma for Thy drinking. Accept our gift and show Thy favor unto us. Grant us wealth and victory and sons to carry on our names to generations yet unborn.

Thy cosmic acts did forge the very shape of all existence. When Thou didst battle with the dark, the light was born and order came to be. Thou art the keeper of all truth; the guardian of the sacred law. Be ever watchful over us.

The singer calls to Thee with ancient words; the singers call with voices raised in prayer. Hear us, O mighty Indra, from Thy throne on high. Let not our voices go unanswered; let not our sacrifice be turned away.

Thy generosity doth know no bounds; the giver of all precious things, of herds and sons and treasures vast. Those who do honor Thee with right and truth do find in Thee a friend most true and strong. Be with us always in our hour of need.

The lightning flashes at Thy touch; the thunder rolls at Thy command. The storm doth follow where Thou leadest; the rains do fall when Thou dost will it. All nature bows before Thee, Lord of all that moves and lives.

We praise Thee, Indra, for Thy strength that knows no peer among the gods. We praise Thee for Thy generosity, Thy justice, and Thy endless might. Accept this hymn as token of our faith; be our defender and our friend.

In heaven's halls Thy throne doth shine eternal and supreme. The immortal gods do gather 'round and sing Thy praise in never-ending song. But mortals too do feel Thy power; to us Thou comest when we call with hearts made pure and true.

Thus hath the singer raised his voice in hymn to Thee, O mighty Indra, king of gods and slayer of the dragon-foe. Hear us and grant unto us all good things—wealth and victory and life most long and blessed beneath Thy watchful gaze.