Fort-render, Wealth Lord, Indra vanquishes foes with lightning; he fills earth and sky, the generous Giver.
I inspire your zeal, Strong One, Hero, as I sing my praise. Immortal. O Indra, you lead both heavenly hosts and human generations.
Indra surrounds Vṛtra’s band; the cunning magician grows weak. He burns fiercely in the woods, slaughtering Vyaṁsa, and makes the milch-kine of the nights apparent.
Indra, Light-winner, Days' Creator, conqueror, victor, he strikes down enemies that love him. For man, he illuminates the day's banner, and finds light for joy and gladness.
Indra presses fiercely with blows, heroically performing many heroic deeds. These holy songs he taught the bard, spreading the Dawns' resplendent color widely.
They praise his mighty acts, the many glorious deeds Indra performs. With all-surpassing prowess, he crushes malignant Dasyus through wondrous arts.
Lord of the brave, Indra who rules the people, freed the Gods by might and battle. Wise singers glorify with chanted praises these achievements in Vivasvān’s dwelling.
Excellent, Conqueror, the victory-giver, the one who wins the light and Godlike Waters, He who has won this broad earth and this heaven—Indra, they rejoice who love devotion.
He seized the Sun and Horses, Indra gained the Cow that feeds many. He won treasure of gold, struck down the Dasyus, and protected the Aryan color.
He took the plants and days, gained the forest trees and air’s mid-region. Vala he split, chased away opponents; thus he tamed the overweening.
Let us call upon Maghavan, auspicious Indra, the best Hero in the fight where spoils are gathered, The Strong, who listens, who aids in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers treasures.