GLORY TO HIM WHO IS ALL-POWERFUL, INDRA THE MANY-INVOCED WHO FIGHTS UNINJURED. Magnify with these songs the invincible, the Strong, the Bull of men, the Mighty Victor.
He, Champion, Hero, Warrior, Lord of battles, impetuous, roaring loudly, great destroyer, Who stirs up dust high above, alone, overthrower, has made all human races your subjects.
You alone have tamed the Dasyus; singly you have subdued the people for the Aryas. Is this your heroic deed, Indra? Declare it at the proper time.
For truly, I believe, your strength, your Mighty One, your Conquering Victor, Strong, of the strong, Most Mighty, of the mighty, you, driving the churl to acts of bounty.
May this be our ancient bond of friendship with you and with the Aṅgirases here who speak of Vala. You, Wonder-Shaker of things firm, struck him in his fresh strength, and forced his doors and castles.
With pure thought, call him Mighty, showing his power in the great fight against Vṛtra. He must be called to give us seed and offspring, the Thunderer must be moved and sped to battle.
He, in his might, with a name that lives forever, has surpassed all human generations. Heroic, he has his home with splendor, glory, riches, and valor.
Stranger to deceit, never false or faithless, bearing a name that can be well remembered, Indra crushed Cumuri, Dhuni, Śambara, Pipru, and Śuṣṇa, making their castles fall in ruin.
With saving might that must be praised and lauded, Indra, ascend your chariot to strike down Vṛtra. In your right hand, hold fast your bolt of thunder, and weaken, Bounteous Lord, his art and magic.
Like Agni, burning through the dry forest, like the dread arrow, burn down the fiends, O Indra; You, with a high, deep-reaching spear, broke, covered mischief, and destroyed it.
With wealth, coming through a thousand paths, Agni, paths that bring abundant strength, O Most Splendid. Come, Son of Strength, under whom, invoked by many! the godless cannot keep you distant.