In the midst of battle, Indra’s thunderbolt roars, its sound echoing like the mighty voice of the sky, pouring down strength upon his allies. To him, the treasures and riches flow; accompanied by the swift and powerful Maruts, Indra stands as our protector. His power is boundless, praised by the two vast worlds, heaven and earth, which encompass him on every side. Gladdened by our offerings, Indra, with the Maruts by his side, shields us from harm. No god, mortal, or even the deepest waters have reached the end of his might. With his force, Indra stretches earth and sky, holding all creation in his strong embrace. Brilliant and radiant, he delights in his adornments, his chariot yoked to the wealth of Ṛjrāśva, drawn by powerful stallions. Among the tribes of the Nāhus, he is ever mindful and gracious. This hymn, O Indra the mighty, is raised for you. The song of Vārṣāgira celebrates your bounty, as Ṛjrāśva, with his companions Ambarīṣa, Sahadeva, and Bhayamāna—the generous ones—join in your praise. O much-invoked one, you have slain the Dasyus and the Śimyus with your companions, bringing peace to the earth. With your shining friends, you have secured the field, the sun, and the waters, O strong-armed Indra. May Indra be our advocate in all things, granting us the prize unharmed. May Mitra, Varuṇa, Aditi, the river, the earth, and the sky keep us from harm. Raise your voices to the delighted father, who, with Ṛjiśvan, slew the dark wombed one. We call upon the mighty Indra, thunderbolt in his right hand, accompanied by the Maruts, seeking his friendship. With joyful spirit, he slew Vyamsa, destroyed Śambara, and cast down Pipru the lawless. Indra, who felled Śuṣṇa the arid, is called by us, with the Maruts, for friendship. His great manliness fills sky and earth; his command is Varuṇa’s, the sun is his, and the rivers follow his law. Indra, lord of horses and cattle, generous and swift, is the slayer even of the wealthy who do not offer. He is lord of all that moves and breathes, the first to find the cows for the priest, the one who cast down the Dasyus and the lawless. Both the brave and the fearful call upon him, as do the swift and those who seek victory. All beings have joined themselves to Indra, whom we call, with the Maruts, for friendship. Wise in the ways of the Rudras, he spreads the generations with them. Thought itself praises Indra, the famed one, whom we invoke for friendship. Whether you rejoice, O Marut-accompanied one, in the highest seat or in the lower assembly, from there come to our sacrifice, for we have prepared the offering for you, O true giver. For you, O Indra, we have pressed the Soma and prepared the sacred offering. Come, with your troop and the Maruts, to rejoice at this sacrifice upon the sacred grass. Rejoice, O Indra, with your bay steeds; let your cheeks expand and the streams flow forth. Let your fine-cheeked horses bring you here, and graciously accept our offerings. With Indra, may we win strength as guardians of the Marut-praised assembly. May Mitra, Varuṇa, Aditi, the River, Earth, and Heaven not harm us. I bring forth this thought for you, O mighty one, to praise your greatness, as inspired by Dhiṣaṇā. In festival and striving, the gods have found victorious Indra, strong in might. The seven rivers bear his fame; heaven and earth display his wondrous form. For us, the sun and moon look on with favor. O Indra, move faithfully among your devoted ones. Drive your chariot, O bountiful one, for our success—the victorious chariot that wins the contest. Like praised horses, O Indra, grant us protection against our foes. With you as our ally, may we conquer in battle and rise in every contest. Make our path easy, O Indra; break the strength of our enemies, mighty one. Peoples of many lands call on you for wealth, O holder of riches, with varied prayers. Stand by our chariot for victory; your steady mind is always triumphant. With arms victorious, a lion in deed, a hundredfold helper, breaker of obstacles—Indra is unmatched in strength, and those who desire success call upon him. You, bountiful Indra, have gained hundreds and thousands of renowned glories among peoples. Inspired by Dhiṣaṇā, you are set beyond measure, destroyer of cities, striking down foes. Your strength, O king, is set in the threefold realm; three earths, three lights you have established. You have embraced the whole world, unconquered from birth. Among the gods, we call upon you first. You have always been victorious in battle. May you, Indra, make our chariot victorious, bursting forth with energy and overcoming our enemies. You conquer, and no riches restrain you, O bountiful one. In youth and in great deeds, we seek your help; urge us on in our invocations. May Indra be our advocate in all matters; may we win strength without being overcome. May Mitra, Varuṇa, Aditi, the River, Earth, and Heaven not harm us. That supreme power of yours, O Indra, was upheld by the wise of old. One thing is restrained, another shines forth; your sign is seen as if upon a level plain. You upheld and spread out the earth; with your bolt you struck and released the waters. You slew the serpent, split the mountain, and destroyed the cloud with your powers. Ever youthful, trusting in your strength, you moved forward, breaking the forts of the Dasyus. Knowing, with your thunderbolt, you increased the might and glory of the Aryans. Through the ages, men have spoken your name, O bountiful one, as the wielder of the bolt, the son, established his renown in the slaying of foes. See, here is your abundant wealth; place your trust in Indra’s might. He found the cows, the horses, the plants, the waters, and the forests. Let us press Soma for the mighty bull, the strong one of abundant deeds, whose power is true—like a vigilant warrior, dividing the wealth of the godless. O Indra, you performed that heroic deed when, with your thunderbolt, you awakened the sleeping serpent; all your wives, the birds, and the gods rejoiced in you. When you slew Śuṣṇa, Pipru, Kuyava, and Vṛtra, and shattered the ninety-nine fortresses of Śambara, may Mitra, Varuṇa, Aditi, Sindhu, Earth, and Heaven not harm us for this. Indra, your seat has been established in its place; sit there, resounding like a roaring bull. Unharness the horses and let them rest; let the weary chariots be set aside at evening. Eager men have come quickly to seek you, Indra. The gods, turning away the wrath of the Dāsa, have brought us, the Arya, to prosperity. By your own power, you bring forth the shining one; by your own power, you bring forth the foam upon the water. Bathed in milk, like a bride, the slain Kuyava lies at the slope of the udder. Thus, the great deeds and glories of Indra, the mighty protector and bountiful giver, are sung and remembered, his power ever present, his favor sought by all who strive for victory and peace.