After Indra, the mighty lord, heaven and earth themselves follow his power, and even the immortal gods strive after him. Indra acts according to his own will, creating new praise through sacrifices. Indra, great giver to humankind and lord of peoples, stands tall—of double height, unwavering in his strength. For us, he has increased heroic deeds, broad and vast, accomplished by those who do good. May Dhiṣaṇā place Indra alone for our benefit—lofty, exalted, ageless, ever young—shining with mighty strength, who has grown at once in these battles. Let Indra’s broad, all-encompassing hands grant us fame here. Like a herdsman with his cattle, Indra and Agni increase our strength in battle. That Indra, praised by Catinama, let us invoke now, seeking victory, just as earlier singers did—those worthy, blameless, unharmed ones. Firm in vow, giver of wealth, grown strong with Soma, Indra possesses much good fortune. The paths of riches converge here, like rivers flowing into the ocean. Bring to us, O mighty Indra, your most powerful strength, overwhelming and fierce; grant us, O Hariva, all the glories and manly powers for our delight. That exhilaration of yours, victorious in battles, bring to us, O Indra, shining brightly, so that with your help, we may gain protection for offspring and descendants and live on. Bring to us, O Indra, virile vigor, wealth-bringing, shining, and skillful power, by which we may overcome enemies in battle, and, with your aid, defeat both kin and strangers. Let your vigor, O bull, come to us from behind, from above, from below, and from the front; let it gather from all directions. O Indra, grant us glory that brings light. With your heroic aid, O Indra, may we attain your favor with songs of praise; for you, king, see the wealth of both sides; grant us a great, massive, and abundant treasure. We call upon Indra, the bull, accompanied by the Maruts, ever-growing, unconquerable, the divine ruler. For every help, now, we invoke that mighty one, the strong supporter. O wielder of the bolt, subdue for these men those who think themselves great among people; thus, O hero, we call upon you for victory on earth, in offspring, cattle, and waters. With these companions, O much-invoked one, may we be superior to the enemy’s enemy; O hero, striking down all adversaries, may we rejoice in great wealth with your aid. O Indra, as heaven stands firm above the earth, so by your might, wealth stands among people in battles. Grant us, O son of strength, the thousandfold treasure, wide and victorious over Vritra. For you alone, O Indra, all the power of heaven was established among the gods; when, with Vishnu as ally, you slew the serpent Vritra, who had enveloped the waters. Indra, ever-great, became stronger than the strong, more powerful than the powerful, through the sacred hymn. He became king of the sweet Soma when he shattered all the ancient fortresses. For the wise Dasoni, Indra broke open the hundred enclosures of the Panis at the call of the hymn; with weapons, he destroyed the tricks of the dry, waterless Shushna, leaving nothing of the foe. Indra cast away all great hostilities when Shushna fell at the blow of his thunderbolt. He made the path wide for the charioteer, for Kutsa, in the contest for the Sun. Like a falcon, exhilarating and full of Soma, Indra struck off the head of the Dasa Namuci; he protected the submissive and yielding with blessings and prosperity. He shattered the strongholds of Pipru, the magician, with his might, and granted Rijishvan, the generous worshipper, the unassailable gift. Indra, ever gracious, delivered Vetasu, Dashamaya, Dashoni, and Tutujin; he released Tugra, ever-young, for shining forth, as a mother sets her child free to grow. Bearing the thunderbolt that slays Vritra, Indra subdues foes without resistance. His steeds stand ready, yoked by words, carrying lofty Indra. May we, O Indra, gain your ever-new favor; let the Purus praise you with these sacrifices. When you shattered the seven fortresses of the Dasa Shambara for Purukutsa, you granted autumnal shelter. Indra has been mighty from ancient times, granting wide space to Ushana Kavi. He gave to the great father his own descendant, not to be surpassed or overtaken; let the new one remain far away. Indra, as the shaker, set free the trembling waters, like flowing streams; when, O hero, you cross over the sea, bring Turvasha and Yadu safely across. In every battle, O Indra, you are victorious; you scattered the Cumuri and Dhuni who lay sleeping. Shining, you are offered Soma, and the fearful sacrificer praises you with songs and oblations. These offerings, O most bountiful Indra, the prayers of the poet, call upon you, hero. The thoughts placed on the chariot, ever-young and unfading, bring wealth and abundance through speech. I praise Indra, who knows, eloquent, grown strong through hymns; whose greatness, rich in many forms, has spread over sky and earth. He alone, the best, has extended skill, making it manifest with the sun, as with intelligence. When will mortals, longing for immortality, not transgress your law, O self-sustaining one? He who accomplished those deeds—where indeed is that Indra? Among which peoples does he move? Which sacrifice pleases your mind for favor? Which hymn, O Indra, and who is that priest? Now, those ancient friends of yours, O ever-victorious, who were born before, have become eager for you. Whether they are of the middle times, the new, or even the youngest, be mindful of them, O much-invoked. Those who inquire, the later ones, have followed after your ancient glories, O Indra. We praise you, hero, bearer of prayer, as much as we know you, O great one. Against you, the strength of the Rakshasas has arisen; stand firm in that great birth. With your ancient, fitting friendship and your thunderbolt, O bold one, drive them away. So now, Indra, hear the prayer of the new singer, O hero, for the poet; for you have always been the helper of our fathers in the highest heaven, ever well-invoked at the sacrifice. Call upon Varuna, Mitra, Indra, the Maruts for our aid today; also Pūshan, Vishnu, Agni, Purandhi, Savitar, the plants, and the mountains. These many singers, worthy of sacrifice, honor you with hymns, O Indra. Hear the call of the one who invokes you, for there is no other immortal like you. Now come near to my speech, O wise one, with all the sons of strength, worthy of sacrifice; those whose tongues are Agni, upholders of truth, who made Manu the chief for the people. Be our leader, knowing the good paths and the difficult ones, the guide on the way; with those tireless, far-reaching helpers, bring us, O Indra, to the prize. He alone is to be invoked by all peoples—Indra. Let us honor him with hymns: the bull, strong in might, true in being, rich in many forms, powerful.