THOU art the King of all the Devas, O Indra: protect the men, O Devas, preserve us.

Thou Lord of Heroes, Indra, our saver, art faithful, very rich, the victory-giver.

Indra, thou humbledst tribes that spake with insult by breaking down seven autumn forts, their refuge. Thou stirredst, billowy floods, and gavest his foe a prey to youthful Purukutsa.

With whom thou drivest troops whose lords are heroes, and bringest daylight now, much worshipped Indra, with them guard lion-like wasting active Agni to dwell in our tilled fields and in our homestead.

They through the greatness of thy spear, O Indra, shall, to thy praise, rest in this earthly station. To loose the floods, to seek, for kine, the battle, his Bays he mounted boldly seized the booty.

Indra, him in whom thou joyest: the dark-red horses of the Wind are docile. Let the Sun roll his chariot wheel anear us, and let the Thunderer go to meet the foemen.

Thou Indra, Lord of Bays, made strong by impulse. They who beheld the Friend beside the living were cast aside by thee as they rode onward.

Indra, the bard sang forth in inspiration: thou madest Earth a covering for the Dāsa. Indra made the three that gleam with moisture.

These thine old deeds new bards have sung, O Indra. Thou conqueredst, boundest many tribes forever. Like castles thou hast crushed the godless races, and bowed the godless scorner's deadly weapon.

A Stormer thou hast made the stormy waters flow down, O Indra, like the running rivers. When o’er the flood thou broughtest them, O Hero.

Indra, mayst thou be ours in all occasions, protector of the men, most gentle-hearted, giving us victory over all our rivals. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.