Sing this lofty hymn to Indra and the Maruts, who vanquish the evil Vṛtras. Whereby the Holy Ones created divine light for the God to always shine.
Indra, who dispels curses, sent them far away, then shone brightly upon us. Indra, radiant with your Marut hosts! The gods strive to win your love.
Sing to your lofty Indra, Maruts, a holy hymn of praise. Let Śatakratu, Vṛtra-slayer, strike down the foe with his hundred-knotted thunderbolt.
Aim and strike boldly, O you whose heart is brave: great glory will be yours. Spread the rapid torrent of waters. Kill Vṛtra, win the light of heaven.
When you, unmatched Maghavan, were born to slay the Vṛtras dead, You spread out the vast earth and upheld the heavens.
There was the sacrifice offered for you, the song of joy and praise, You surpass all, all that is and all that will be.
You filled the raw cows with rich milk. You made Sūrya rise to heaven. Heat him with pure Sāma hymns, great joy for him who loves the song.