INDRA, mighty in power and strength, and like Parjanya rich in rain, Is praised by Vatsa's words.
When the priests strengthen the Law's son with offerings, they sing With Order's hymn of praise.
Since Kaṇvas with their praises complete the sacrifice, Their words are their own weapons.
Before his fierce displeasure, all peoples and men bow down, As rivers bend to the sea.
His power shone brightly forth when Indra, like a skin, united The worlds of heaven and earth.
With his thunderbolt, he severed Vṛtra's head, his mighty hundred-knotted bolt.
We sing them loudly, our thoughts among the best of songs, Like flames of fire.
When thoughts spontaneously advance and glow, and with the stream Of sacrifice, Kaṇvas shine.
Indra, may we obtain wealth in horses and cattle herds, And prayers that are noticed first.
From my Father, I received deep knowledge of the Law, Born like the Sun.
After ancient lore, I make beautiful songs like Kaṇva, And Indra's strength increases.
Those Ṛṣis who have not praised you, Indra, or lauded you, By me you become strong.
When his wrath thundered, when he rent Vṛtra limb by limb, He sent the waters to the sea.
Against the Dasyu, you, Indra, hurled your thunderbolt: You, Dread One, have hero's fame.
Neither the heavens nor firmaments nor regions of the earth contain Indra, the Thunderer with his might.
O Indra, who laid down your copious waters, In your footsteps, you struck down.
You hid deep in darkness, Indra, who grasped Spacious heaven and earth joined.
Indra, whatever Yatis and Bhṛgus have praised to you, Listen, Mighty One, to my call.
Indra, these spotted cows yield you their butter and milk, Aids, thereby, of sacrifice.
Which, teeming, receive you as a life-germ, Indra, with their mouths, Like Sūrya sustaining all.
O Lord of Might, with hymns of praise the Kaṇvas have increased