HYMN CLXXVI. Indra.

1. CHEER thee with draughts to win us bliss: Soma, pierce Indra in thy strength.

Thou stormest trembling in thy rage, and findest not a foeman nigh.

2 Make our songs penetrate to him who is the Only One of men;

For whom the sacred food is spread, as the steer ploughs the barley in.

3 Within whose hands deposited all the Five Peoples' treasures rest.

Mark thou the man who injures us and kill him like the heavenly bolt.

4 Slay everyone who pours no gift, who, hard to reach, delights thee not.

Bestow on us what wealth he hath: this even the worshipper awaits.

5 Thou helpest him the doubly strong whose hymns were sung unceasingly.

When Indra fought, O Soma, thou helpest the mighty in the fray.

6 As thou, O Indra, to the ancient singers wast ever joy, like water to the thirsty,

So unto thee I sing this invocation. May we find strengthenifig food in full abundance.