O Deva with stones as arms, your might that vanquishes foes has risen:
Drive back our enemies.
With might you strike down those who surround us in battle;
With fearless heart, I'll sing your praise.
None shall assail this holy law with wicked intent;
Crush him who seeks to fight with you.
For Indra drives the tawny horse that drops delight,
Indu, the bringer of joy.