Let us recount the mighty deeds of Indra, the lord of strength and light, whose glory fills the heavens and the midspace. Eager worshippers, seeking their own desires, approached him, whose hundredfold power is stirred by delight. The skillful, using their abilities, mounted Indra, the one of immense might, and he welcomed their offerings with joy. Indra, wise and knowing the way, chose the cows for the Angirases, opening the path for those who dwelled far away. With his army, he brought wealth to Vimada, driving the stones to dance for the eager one. He uncovered the coverings of the waters, letting streams flow down the mountain, and when he slew Vritra with his might, he caused the Sun to ascend the sky, granting vision to all. With his powers, Indra cast down the cunning ones who lay sleeping, shattering the strongholds of Pipru and aiding Rjishvan in the defeat of foes. He supported Kutsa in the slaying of Shushna, subdued Shambara for Atithigva, and trampled the great Arbuda underfoot, for since ancient times he was born to slay enemies. All powers unite in Indra, ever near, and his bounty delights at the Soma offering. His thunderbolt, sharp and ready in his arms, strikes down the strength of the enemy. He discerns the Aryas and the Dasyus, subduing the lawless for those who offer on the sacred grass. Indra incites the sacrificer, and may all his favors be present in our gatherings. Indra subdues both those who follow and those who do not, crushing the unsubmissive and shattering the hostile. Even the old, though growing, are not spared; the humble, through praise, have slain the arrogant. When Ushanas forged the power that pervades heaven and earth, Indra’s strength conquered all. To him, yoked by the mind of Vata’s son, fame that fills all is brought. The wisdom of Ushanas, most delightful, lifts Indra above all, surpassing and bending others. Fierce in contest, Indra released the waters and shattered the strongholds of Shushna. He stands upon his chariot among the strong-handed, where Sharyata’s gifts are offered for his delight. Rejoicing in the pressed Soma, Indra ascends to undiminished glory in heaven. He gave the young one to Kakshivat, the great speaker, for the pressing, and was not deceived by Vrishanashva. All his deeds at the pressings are to be proclaimed. The well-pressed Soma has been poured for him, and the hymn is set forth in the vessels, like a post at the sacrifice. Indra, yoked with horses, cows, chariots, and wealth, leads and brings prosperity to the rite. With reverence, we praise the Bull, the lord of light, whose strength is true and power mighty. In this assembly, may we, with all our heroes and generous patrons, be under Indra’s protection. Let us now praise Indra with splendid hymns, the ram, knower of light, with whom a hundred strong ones rejoice together. Like a swift horse or a prize-winning chariot, may we turn to Indra for help with well-spoken words. He is like a mountain, unshaken in his foundations, possessing a thousand powers and grown in might. When Indra slew Vṛtra, who covered the rivers, he released the waters, exulting in Soma. Indra, best defender in battle, with shining belly, grown strong with exhilaration and wisdom, delights in Soma and gives generously. The seats in heaven fill him with riches, like the ocean, and in slaying Vṛtra, the streams stood firm. Indra’s unwearied might brought the waters, their strength undiminished. At his own exhilaration, the streams rushed forth as if down a steep slope, when Indra, bold with Soma and armed with the thunderbolt, broke open the barriers of Vala, as Trita did. His radiance moves with heat, eager for battle, reaching the bottom of the atmosphere and conquering the waters. When Vṛtra descended, Indra struck down the thunder with difficult-to-hold weapons. The waves do not reach Indra, like a deep pool, for his praises increase him. Even Tvaṣṭṛ, with skill, increased Indra’s might, fashioning the overwhelming thunderbolt. With his steeds, Indra struck down Vṛtra, making a path for man and releasing the waters. He bestowed the iron thunderbolt from his arms and held up the sun in the sky for sight. The great, shining, praiseworthy hymn was made out of fear, as if climbing to the summit of heaven, when the Maruts rejoiced with Indra, the leader of men. Even the sky trembled at the roar of his thunder, and at the sound of his thunderbolt. In his exhilaration, Indra struck off the head of Vṛtra, who was bound, with the strength of pressed Soma. When the earth with ten arms and all peoples stretched out, Indra’s renowned might became manifest, exalted to the sky. With his own power and bold mind, Indra crossed to the farthest end of the atmosphere and the sky, making the earth a measure of his strength. He encompassed the waters and the sun, reaching the heavens. He is the measure of the earth, lord of the lofty, mighty world, encompassing all midspace in his greatness; truly, there is none like him. Neither heaven nor earth can reach Indra’s limit, nor rivers attain the end of his might. Nor, in his exhilaration, do the streams match him in battle—he alone has accomplished all among men. Here the Maruts shouted in battle, and all the gods rejoiced with Indra when he struck down the retreat of Vṛtra with his blazing weapon. Now, let us bring forth speech for the great one, raising songs to Indra in the house of the Sun. For even now, treasure is found as if by those seeking it; no ill-praised one is praised among the givers of wealth. Far is the horse, far is the cow, far is the barley, O Indra, lord of wealth. Let men learn this: the friend, not desiring, from the highest heaven, we praise with friends. Indra’s wealth, radiant and watched on every side, is like a strong woman, doer of many deeds. Therefore, let us gather and bring it here, overcoming obstacles, so the singer’s desire does not fail. With these shining ones and drops, restraining folly with cows and horses, with Indra, may we destroy the foe and, free from hatred, obtain the prize together. Together with Indra and wealth, together with steeds shining in the forefront, victorious, together with the goddess, mighty, heroic, cow-rich, horse-bearing, may we obtain the prize. Those exhilarations and strengths have delighted Indra, those Somas in the slaying of Vṛtra. When, for Kārava, he struck down ten Vṛtras, he cast down thousands for the one who sits on the grass. With battle, Indra approached battle, with boldness; of old, he destroyed the city with his might. With worthy friendship at the border, he struck down Namuci, the crafty one, by name. He slew Karañja and Parṇaya with his sharpest weapon on Atithigva’s path, broke a hundred fortresses of Vaṅgṛdas, and drove away the defenders with Ṛjiśvan. For the sons of Janarāja, twice ten, with their kinsman Suśravas who had come near, Indra struck down sixty thousand and ninety-nine with the wheel of his chariot, breaking all obstacles. He aided Suśravas with protections and safeguards, aided Tūrvayāṇa, and gave Kutsā, Atithigva, and Āyu to the great, youthful king for victory. Those who are Indra’s friends, the divine guardians, are most auspicious. With Indra as our ally, possessing good men, may we hold a longer, further life. Thus, we praise Indra, the mighty, the radiant, the lord of light, whose deeds are ever worthy, whose protection we seek in all assemblies and battles, and whose favor brings prosperity and victory to all who honor him.