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1. WHEN Will men's guardians hasting hear
with favour the song of Angiras's pious
childern?
When to the people of the home he cometh he strideth to the
sacrifice, the Holy.
2 He stablished heaven; he poured forth,
skilful worker, the wealth of kine, for strength, that nurtures heroes.
The Mighty One his self-born host regarded, the horse's
mate, the mother of the heifer.
3 Lord of red dawns, he came victorious,
daily to the Angirases' former invocation.
His bolt and team hath he prepared, and stablished the
heaven for quadrupeds and men two-footed.
4 In joy of this thou didst restore, for
worship, the lowing company of hidden cattle.
When the three-pointed one descends with onslaught he opens
wide the doors that cause man trouble.
5 Thine is that milk which thy swift-moving
Parents brought down, a strengthening genial gift for conquest;
When the pure treasure unto thee they offered, the milk shed
from the cow who streameth nectar.
6 There is he born. May the Swift give us
rapture, and like the Sun shine forth from yonder dawning,
Indu, even us who drank, whose toils are offerings, poured
from the spoon, with praise, upon the altar.
7 When the wood-pile, made of good logs, is
ready, at the Sun's worship to bind fast the Bullock,
Then when thou shinest forth through days of action for the
Car-borne, the Swift, tile Cattle-seeker.
8 Eight steeds thou broughtest down from
mighty heaven, when fighting for the well that giveth splendour,
That men might press with stones the gladdening yellow,
strengthened with milk, fermenting, to exalt thee.
9 Thou hurledst forth from heaven the iron
missile, brought by the Skilful, from the sling of leather,
When thou, O Much-invoked, assisting Kutsa with endless
deadly darts didst compass Susna.
10 Bolt-armed, ere darkness overtook the
sunlight, thou castest at the veiling cloud thy weapon,
Thou rentest, out of heaven, though firmly knotted, the might
of Susna that was thrown around him.
11 The mighty Heaven and Earth, those
bright expanses that have no wheels, joyed, Indra, at thine exploit.
Vrtra, the boar who lay amid the waters, to sleep thou
sentest with thy mighty thunder.
12 Mount Indra, lover of the men thou
guardest, the well-yoked horses of the wind, best bearers.
The bolt which Kavya Usana erst gave thee, strong,
gladdening, Vrtra-slaying, hath he fashioned *
13 The strong Bay Horses of the Sun thou
stayedst: this Etasa drew not the wheel, O Indra.
Casting them forth beyond the ninety rivers thou dravest
down into the pit the godless.
14 Indra, preserve thou us from this
affliction Thunder-armed, save us from the misery near us.
Vouchsafe us affluence in chariots, founded on horses, for
our food and fame and gladness.
15 Never may this thy loving-kindness fail
us; mighty in strength, may plenteous food surround us.
Maghavan, make us share the foeman's cattle: may we be thy
most liberal feast companions.
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