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1. MAY he who hath his home with strength,
the Mighty, the King supreme of earth and spacious heaven,
Lord of true power, to he invoked in battles,-may Indra,
girt by Maruts, be our succour.
2 Whose way is unattainable like Surya's:
he in each fight is the strong Vrtra-slayer,
Mightiest with his Friends in his own courses. May Indra,
girt by Maruts, be our succour.
3 Whose paths go forth in their great might
resistless, forthmilking, as it were, heaven's genial moisture.
With manly strength triumphant, foe-subduer,-may Indra, girt
by Maruts, be our succour.
4 Among Angirases he was the chiefest, a
Friend with friends, mighty amid the mighty.
Praiser mid praisers, honoured most of singers. May Indra,
girt by Maruts, be our succour.
5 Strong with the Rudras as with his own
children, in manly battle conquering his foemen '
With his close comrades doing deeds of glory,-may Indra,
girt by Maruts, be our succour.
6 Humbler of pride, exciter of the
conflict, the Lord of heroes, God invoked of many,
May he this day gain with our men the sunlight. May Indra,
girt by Maruts, be oursuccour.
7 His help hath made him cheerer in the
battle, the folk have made him guardian of their comfort.
Sole Lord is he of every holy service. May Indra, girt by
Maruts, be our succour.
8 To him the Hero, on high days of prowess,
heroes for help and booty shall betake them.
He hath found light even in the blinding darkness. May
Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.
9 He with his left hand checketh even the mighty,
and with his righthand gathereth up the booty.
Even with the humble he acquireth riches. May Indra, girt by
Maruts, be our succour.
10 With hosts on foot and cars he winneth
treasures: well is he known this day by all the people.
With manly might he conquereth those who hate him. May
Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.
11 When in his ways with kinsmen or with
strangers he speedeth to the fight, invoked of many,
For gain of waters, and of sons and grandsons, may Indra,
girt by Maruts, be our succour.
12 Awful and fierce, fiend-slayer,
thunder-wielder, with boundless knowledge, hymned by hundreds, mighty,
In strength like Soma, guard of the Five Peoples, may Indra,
girt by Maruts, be our succour.
13 Winning the light, hitherward roars his
thunder like the terrific mighty voice of Heaven.
Rich gifts and treasures evermore attend him. May Indra,
girt by Maruts, be our succour.
14 Whose home eternal through his strength
surrounds him on every side, his laud, the earth and heaven,
May he, delighted with our service, save us. May Indra, girt
by Maruts, be our succour.
15 The limit of whose power not Gods by
Godhead, nor mortal men have reached, nor yet the Waters.
Both Earth and Heaven in vigour he surpasseth. May Indra,
girt by Maruts, he our succour.
16 The red and tawny mare, blaze-marked,
high standing, celestial who, to bring Rjrasva riches,
Drew at the pole the chariot yoked with stallions, joyous,
among the hosts of men was noted.
17 The Varsagiras unto thee, O Indra, the
Mighty One, sing forth this laud to please thee,
Rjrasva with his fellows, Ambarisa, Suradhas, Sahadeva,
Bhayamana.
18 He, much invoked, hath slain Dasyus and
Simyus, after his wont, and laid them low with arrows.
The mighty Thunderer with his fair-complexioned friends won
the land, the sunlight, and the waters.
19 May Indra evermore be our protector, and
unimperilled may we win the booty.
This prayer of ours may Varuna grant, and Mitra, and Aditi
and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.
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