Urging you not, Maghavan, to this distressing battle, for none can grasp the extent of your might. Sing hymns of praise to Śakra, Lord of power and might; laud you and magnify Indra who listens to you, Who with his daring might, a Bull exceeding strong in strength, makes him master of the heavens and earth.
Sing forth to lofty Dyaus a strength-bestowing song, the Bold, whose resolute mind has independent sway. High glory has the Asura, compact of strength, drawn by two Bay Steeds: a Bull, a Car is he.
The ridges of the lofty heaven you shook; you, daring, yourself shattered Śambara. When bold with sweet juice, you fought against the sorcerers bound in chains.
When with a roar that fills the woods, you drive down the stores that Śuṣṇa kept confined, Who will have power to stop you, firm and eager-souled, from doing still this day what you did long ago?
You help Narya, Turvaśa, and Yadu, and Vayya’s son Turvīti, Śatakratu! You help the horse and car in final battle, breaking down the nine-and-ninety castles.
A hero-lord is he, King of a mighty folk, who offers free sacrifices and promotes the Law, Who with a bountiful reward welcomes hymns of praise: for him flows down the abundant stream from above.
His power is unmatched, his wisdom unmatched; chief, through their work, some drink the Soma, Those, Indra, who increase the lordly power, the firm heroic strength of you the Giver.
Therefore, for you, these abundant beakers Indra’s drink, stone-pressed juices held in ladles. Quaff them and satisfy your longing; then fix your mind on bestowing treasure.
There darkness stood, the vault that held the waters back; in Vṛtra’s hollow side the rain-cloud lay hidden. But Indra struck the rivers that the obstructer stopped, flood following flood, down steep slopes.
So give us, Indra, bliss-increasing glory, give us great sway and strength that conquers people. Preserve our wealthy patrons, save our princes; grant us wealth and food with noble offspring.