The thunderbolt flashes bright; the demons scatter in the dark. Thou hast come forth, O mighty Indra, with the roar of thunder shaking all the world.

The waters are released; they flow to where the parched earth doth cry out in thirst. The rains descend; the rivers swell; all creation doth drink deep of life-giving waters.

Thy voice doth echo through the heavens and the earth; Thy power is made known to all. The gods themselves do bow before Thee, mighty Lord of all that moves and lives.

The dragon broken, his great coils do lie scattered and undone. The evil force hath fallen; the good doth triumph and prevail. Thou art the victor, Indra, king of all.

The thunder rolls without ceasing; the lightning cuts through darkness like a sword. All nature doth obey Thy will; the storm doth follow at Thy heels.

We call upon Thee with a voice of power and of truth. Come to us now in this our hour; be present to defend and guard. Accept our praise; be merciful unto us.

The victory is Thine; all lands acknowledge Thy dominion and Thy might. Forever shall Thy name be honored; forever shall Thy deeds be sung in hymn and prayer.