He who emerged as the only one born first, encapsulating the mind, as
The God of the divine concepts by inspiration,
By the hissing of whose heroic greatness the two realms shook,
He, O folks, is Indra.
He who tied together the shattered width, He who fixed calm the outraged hurdles,
He who measured out the great middle region and fixed support for the sky,
He, O folks, is Indra.
He who, weakening the cloud, released the seven streams
And drove the kine from Vala's cave
He who created the fire between the two rubbing clouds (or stones or hurdles), the spoiler in battles,
He, O folks, is Indra.
By whom this oscillating universe was created, He who chased the silenced group of separated Dasas,
He who, like a gambler collecting the lakhs of wealth, seized the foe's abundances,
He, O folks, is Indra.
Of Him the frightful one, they usually ask, "where is he?" or even say of Him, "He does not exist"
He sweeps away, like birds, the abundances of the rich,
Put your faith in him, for He, O folks, is Indra.
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