Hear then the story of mighty Indra, sung in reverent praise by the seers of old. Indra, the unconquered, whose power strengthens the very paths as heavenly streams, stands ever victorious, crushing his foes and haters with unmatched manliness. He is never alone; the stormy Maruts, his companions, rally to his side. Together, may they be our sure aid. Among the Angirases, Indra shines as the foremost—bull among bulls, friend among friends, singer among singers, and eldest in wisdom and ways. With his sons and the Rudras, with the skillful Ṛbhus, and his loyal allies, he triumphs over enemies, winning undying fame. In the contests of wrath, Indra, with his host, claims the sun for his people and casts down their foes in assembly, ever invoked by those who seek his favor. To Indra, the helpers gather in battle, striving for the hero’s prize. The dwellers in safety bring their offerings, for he alone is the lord of all action. In festivals and gatherings, men seek him for strength, for help, and for wealth; even in darkness, Indra perceives the light of thought. With his left hand, he guides and restrains the bold; with his right, he gathers noble deeds. Among singers, he is the winner of wealth. Renowned in all lands for his hosts and chariots, Indra’s manliness overcomes all curses. Whether with kinsmen or strangers, when Indra joins the battle with the Maruts, he is the protector of the children and descendants of men. Bearing the thunderbolt, destroyer of foes, formidable and mighty, his insight is a thousandfold, his aid a hundredfold. His thunder roars in battle like the voice of the sky, bringing forth rain and treasures to his devotees. The two worlds—heaven and earth—are encompassed by his measureless power and praise. Gladdened by offerings, Indra stretches earth and sky with his force; neither gods nor mortals nor the waters can reach the end of his might. In the midst of the tribes of the Nāhus, Indra appears bright and adorned, delighting in the wealth of Ṛjrāśva, riding a strong chariot drawn by tawny stallions. To him, Ṛjrāśva and his companions—Ambarīṣa, Sahadeva, Bhayamāna, the generous ones—raise songs of praise, celebrating his bounty. Indra, much-invoked, has slain the Dasyus and the Śimyus with his companions, bringing peace to earth. With his radiant friends, he has secured the field, the sun, and the waters. May he be our advocate in all things, so we may win the prize unharmed. May Mitra, Varuṇa, Aditi, the River, Earth, and Sky grant their protection. Let us sing to Indra, the gladdened father, who with Ṛjiśvan slew the black-wombed foe. We call upon the mighty one, thunderbolt in hand, accompanied by the Maruts, for friendship. He, with joyful spirit, slew Vyamsa, destroyed Śambara, and vanquished Pipru the lawless. Indra cast down Śuṣṇa the arid, and we call him, with the Maruts, for friendship. Indra’s greatness is the sky and earth; his command is Varuṇa’s, and his is the sun. The rivers follow his law. He is lord of horses and cattle, generous, swift, and firm in deed. Even the wealthy who do not offer are not spared by Indra, the slayer. He is lord of all that moves and breathes, the first to find the cows for the priest. Indra casts down the Dasyus and the lawless, and all beings call upon him—brave and fearful, swift and those seeking victory. He is wise in the ways of the Rudras, spreading generations wide, praised by thought and famed among the gods. Whether rejoicing in the highest seat or in the lower assembly, Indra, accompanied by the Maruts, is called to the sacrifice, where offerings are prepared for him, the true-giver. For him, Soma is pressed, offerings readied, and with his troop he is invited to rejoice on the sacred grass. Let Indra, with his fine-cheeked steeds, come joyfully, cheeks swelling, streams flowing forth, and graciously accept our gifts. May we, with Indra, win strength as guardians of the Marut-praised assembly, unharmed by Mitra, Varuṇa, Aditi, the River, Earth, and Heaven. Inspired by Dhiṣaṇā, the seers bring forth their thoughts to praise Indra’s greatness. In festival and striving, the gods have found Indra, strong and victorious. His fame is borne by the seven rivers; heaven and earth display his wondrous form. The sun and moon look favorably upon us; may Indra move faithfully among the devoted. Let him drive the victorious chariot for our success, praised by many, protecting us against foes. With Indra as ally, may we conquer in battle and rise in every contest. Indra, make our paths easy and break the strength of our enemies. People of many lands invoke him for wealth, knowing his steady mind is triumphant. Indra, with arms victorious over cows, of boundless resolve, a lion in deed, a hundredfold helper, breaker of obstacles, is unmatched in strength—thus, all who desire success call upon him. Indra has gained hundreds and thousands of renowned glories among peoples. Inspired by Dhiṣaṇā, he is set beyond measure, destroyer of cities, striking down foes. His strength is set in the threefold realm; three earths, three lights he has established, embracing the whole world, unconquered from birth. Among the gods, Indra is invoked first, victorious in battles. May he make our chariot, bursting with energy, lead us in contests and overcome foes. No riches restrain him; in youth and in great deeds, he is ever bountiful. We seek his help, that he may urge us on in our invocations. May Indra be our advocate in all matters, that we may win strength unharmed. May Mitra, Varuṇa, Aditi, the River, Earth, and Heaven shield us from harm. Behold, that supreme power of Indra, upheld by the wise of old. Some things he restrains, others he makes shine forth—his sign is seen, clear as day, on the level plain. Thus is Indra praised—mighty, victorious, generous, and ever the protector of those who call upon him with faith and song.