Great Indra, I will praise, in whom all who drink Soma have found their desire; He, wiser than the gods, Heaven, and Earth, created by a master’s hand, to vanquish Vṛtras.
He, most heroic, borne by swift horses, no one can defeat him in battle; He, reaching far, most powerful, has cut short the Dasyu’s life with valiant warriors.
Victorious in combat, swift as a warhorse, pervading both worlds, showering blessings, Invoke him in war like Bhaga, Father, as if, of hymns, prompt to hear, strength-giver.
Supporting Heaven, the high back of the region, his chariot is Vāyu with his team of Vasus. Illuminating the nights, the Sun’s creator, like Dhiṣaṇā, he dispenses strength and wealth.
Let us invoke Maghavan, auspicious Indra, the mightiest warrior in the fight where spoils are gathered; The strong one who listens, who aids in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers treasure.