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1. THOU art the King of all the Gods, O Indra:
protect the men, O Asura, preserve us.
Thou Lord of Heroes, Maghavan, our saver, art faithful, very
rich, the victory-giver.
2 Indra, thou humbledst tribes that spake
with insult by breaking down seven autumn forts, their refuge.
Thou stirredst, Blameless! billowy floods, and gavest his
foe a prey to youthful Purukutsa.
3 With whom thou drivest troops whose lords
are heroes, and bringest daylight now, much worshipped Indra,
With them guard lion-like wasting active Agni to dwell in
our tilled fields and in our homestead.
4 They through the greatness of thy spear,
O Indra, shall, to thy praise, rest in this earthly station.
To loose the floods, to seek, for kine, the battle, his Bays
he mounted boldly seized the booty.
5 Indra, bear Kutsa, him in whom thou
joyest: the dark-red horses of the Wind are docile.
Let the Sun roll his chariot wheel anear us, and let the
Thunderer go to meet the foemen.
6 Thou Indra, Lord of Bays, made strong by
impulse, hast slain the vexers of thy friends, who give not.
They who beheld the Friend beside the living were cast aside
by thee as they rode onward.
7 Indra, the bard sang forth in
inspiration: thou madest earth a covering for the Dasa.
Maghavan made the three that gleam with moisture, and to his
home brought Kuyavac to slay him.
8 These thine old deeds new bards have
sung, O Indra. Thou conqueredst, boundest many tribes for ever.
Like castles thou hast crushed the godless races, and bowed
the godless scorner's deadly weapon.
9 A Stormer thou hast made the stormy
waters flow down, O Indra, like the running rivers.
When o'er the flood thou broughtest them, O Hero, thou
keptest Turvaga and Yadu safely.
10 Indra, mayst thou be ours in all
occasions, protector of the men, most gentle-hearted,
Giving us victory over all our rivals. May we find
strengthening food in full abundance.
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