WITH these my hymns I praise that Indra who is alone to be invoked by mortals, The Lord, the Mighty One, of manly vigor, victorious, True, and wise.
Our ancestors, the Seven Sages, urged him to show his might, On high, swift, striking down foes, guileless in speech, and mighty in thought.
We seek that Indra to gain his wealth, bringing much food, men, and heroes. Bring us, Lord of Bay Steeds, joyous wealth, abundant, unending.
Tell us, if earlier singers at thy hand have found good fortune, What is thy share and portion, Strong Subduer, Asura-slayer, rich, invoked by many?
He who for car-borne Indra, armed with thunder, has a hymn, deep and piercing, Who sends a song effective, firmly grasping, and strength-bestowing, comes near the mighty.
Strong of thyself, thou by this art shattered, with thought-swift Parvata, Ripping apart what was firmly fixed and never shaken.
Him will we fit for you with new devotion, the strongest Ancient One, So may that Indra, boundless, faithful Leader, lead us over all hard places.
You for the people who oppress have kindled the earthly and heavenly firmaments. With heat, O Bull, consume them: heat earth and flood for him who hates devotion.
Of all the Heavenly Folk, of earthly creatures, thou art the King, O Indra, In thy right hand, O Indra, grasp the thunder, Eternal! Destroying all enchantments.
Give us confirmed prosperity, O Indra, vast and inexhaustible for the foe's subduing. Strengthen therewith the Arya's hate and Dasa's, and make Nahusas' arms mighty.
Come with thy team bringing all blessings, Disposer, much-invoked, exceedingly holy. Thou whom no fiend, no God can stay or hinder, come swiftly with these Steeds in my direction.