To him, to him swift, strong, and high-exalted, I bring my song
of praise as dainty viands;
My thought to him resistless, meet for praises, prayers offered
most devotedly to Indra.
To him I offer praise as choice refreshment, bring forth my song,
with seemly laud besiege him.
For Indra, Lord of olden time, the singers shall deck their hymns
with heart and mind and spirit.
To him then with my lips my song of praises, excellent, winning
heavenly light, I offer,
To magnify with hymns of invocation and eulogies the Lord,
most bounteous Giver.
Even for him I frame a laud—so fashions the wright a chariot
for the man who needs it
Songs for wise Indra hymned with invocation, a song composed
with care and all-impelling.
So with my tongue I deck, to please that Indra, my hymn as't-
were a horse, through love of glory,
To reverence the Hero, bounteous Giver, famed far and wide,
destroyer of the castles.
Even for him hath Tvashtar forged the thunder, most deftly
wrought, celestial, for the battle.
Wherewith he reached the vital parts of Vritra, striking—the
vast, the mighty—with the striker,
As soon as, at libations of his mother, great Vishnu had drunk
up the draught, he plundered.
The dainty cates, the cooked mess; but One stronger transfixed
the wild boar, shooting through the mountain.
To him, to Indra when he slew the Dragon, the Dames too,
Consorts of the Gods, wove praises.
The mighty heaven and earth hath he encompassed: thy great-
ness heaven and earth, combined, exceed not.
Yea, of a truth, his magnitude surpasseth the magnitude of
earth, mid-air and heaven.
Indra whom all men praise, the Sovran Ruler, waxed in his
home loud-voiced and strong for battle.
Through his own strength with bolt of thunder Indra smote
piece-meal Vritra, drier up of waters.
He let the floods go free, like cows imprisoned, for glory, with
a heart inclined to bounty.
Through his resplendent power still stood the rivers when with
his bolt on every side he stayed them.
With lordly might favouring him who worshipped, he made a
ford, victorious, for Turviti.
Vast, with thine ample power, with eager movement against this
Vritra cast thy bolt of thunder.
Rend thou his joints, as of an ox dissevered, with bolt oblique
that floods of rain may follow.
Sing with new lauds his exploits wrought aforetime, the deeds
of him, yea, him who moveth swiftly,
When, hurling forth his weapons in the battle, he with impetuous
wrath lays low the foemen.
When he, yea, he is born the firm-set mountains and the whole
heaven and earth tremble in terror.
May Nodhas ever lauding the protection of this dear Friend win
straightway strength heroic.
Now unto him of these things hath been given what he, who
rules alone o'er much, electeth.
Indra helped Etasa, the Soma presser, contending in the chariot-
race with Sūrya.
Thus to thee, Indra, yoker of bay coursers, the Gotamas have
brought their prayers and praises.
Bestow upon them thought, decked with all beauty. May he,
enriched with prayer, come soon and early.
