Indra, grant us wealth that brings joy, the invincible wealth of the victorious, Most excellent, to be our aid;
By which we can repel our enemies hand-to-hand, With your help on chariots we shall fight.
With you, the thunder-armed Indra, may we lift the bolt, And conquer all our foes in battle.
With you, O Indra, as ally with dart-wielding heroes, May we conquer our foes in battle.
Great is Indra, indeed supreme; may his might be vast, As wide as heaven, extending far.
It aids those who come as heroes to the fight, Or singers with pure thoughts.
His belly, drinking deep Soma, swells like an ocean, Like wide streams from the sky.
His excellence, great and strong, rich in cattle, Like a ripe branch to the worshipper.
Indeed, your mighty powers, Indra, are saving helps, For me, a worshipper like you.
His lovely gifts are many; let lauds and praises be to Indra, That he may drink the Soma juice.