I offer the hymn to Indra, mighty and wide, to him who grasps the prize among the singers. He who wields the thunderbolt in his hand, fierce and terrible, stamping and foremost, is the garlanded hero.

Endowed with strength, since you grant the prayers of the Ṛṣis, let your greatness, Indra, extend tothine invoker; and as, fierce deity, you hold the thunderbolt in your hand, then formidable by your exploits youhave become invincible.

Thy greatness reacheth to our invocation, the sages' prayer which, Potent God, thou guardest. What time thy hand, O Mighty, holds the thunder, awful in strength thou hast become resistless.