Indra, bring this most effective power of yours, the mightiest one, That conquers people for us and wins the spoils, unbeatable in battle.
Indra, whatever helps you have, whether four or three or five tribes, Bring all that aid quickly to us, Hero, for the sake of victory.
The best aid of you, the Mightiest One, we call hither, for you were born With heroic might, conquering, Indra, with the strong.
You were born mighty to support us, and you have mighty strength. Your soul is firm in native power; your valor, Indra, defeats an army.
O Śatakratu, Lord of Strength, O Indra, Stone-Caster. With all your chariot’s force, attack the man who shows himself your enemy.
For the Mightiest Vṛtra-slayer, you, fierce and foremost among many, Whose sacred grass is trimmed, invite to battle where the spoils are won.
Indra, protect our chariot that leads the way in every fight, Invincible and seeking spoils, it bears its part in every fray.
Come to us, Indra, and protect our chariot with your wisdom. May we, O Mightiest One, gain excellent fame at sunrise and meditate our hymn.