All sacred songs praise Indra, expansive like the ocean, The greatest warrior, borne on chariots, the Lord, the very Lord of might.
Strong in your friendship, Indra, Lord of power and might, we have no fear. We glorify you with praises, the unconquered conqueror.
From olden times, Indra's gifts, his saving aids, never fail, When he grants the boon of wealth in cattle to the singers.
You crushed fortresses, the young and wise, of immeasurable strength, Supporter of every sacred rite, Indra, the Thunderer, much-praised.
Lord of thunder, you burst the cave of Vala rich in cows. The gods came to your side, free from fear, aiding you,
I, Hero, through your bounties have come to you, addressing you. Song-lover, here the singers stand and testify to you.
Wily Śuṣṇa, Indra! You overcame with your marvelous powers. The wise saw this deed of yours; now go beyond their praise.
Our songs of praise have glorified Indra, ruler by his might, Whose precious gifts in thousands come, indeed, even more abundantly.