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1. THE streams unceasing flow to Indra,
slayer of Ahi, Savitar, God, Law's fulfiller,
Day after day goes on the sheen of waters. What time hath
past since they were first set flowing?
2 His Mother-for she knew-spake and
proclaimed him who was about to cast his bolt at Vrtra.
Cutting their paths according to his pleasure day after day
flow to their goal the rivers.
3 Aloft he stood above the airy region, and
against Vrtra shot his deadly missile.
Enveloped in a cloud he rushed upon him. Indra subdued the
foe with sharpened weapons.
4 As with a bolt, Brhaspati, fiercely
flaming, pierce thou Vrkadvaras', the Asura's, heroes.
Even as in time of old with might thou slewest, so slay even
now our enemy, O Indra.
5 Cast down from heaven on high thy bolt of
thunder wherewith in joy thou smitest dead the foeman.
For gain of children make us thine, O Indra, of many
children's children and of cattle.
6 Whomso ye love, his power ye aid and
strengthen; ye Twain are the rich worshipper's advancers.
Graciously favour us, Indra and Soma; give us firm standing
in this time of danger.
7 Let it not vex me, tire me, make me
slothful, and never let us say, Press not the Soma;
For him who cares for me, gives gifts, supports me, who
comes with kine to me who pour libations.
8 Sarasvati, protect us: with the Maruts
allied thou boldly conquerest our foemen,
While Indra does to death the daring chieftain of Sandikas
exulting in his prowess.
9 Him who waylays, yea, him who would
destroy us,-aim at him, pierce him with thy sharpened weapon.
Brhaspati, with arms thou slayest foemen O King, give up the
spoiler to destruction.
10 Perform, O Hero, with our valiant heroes
the deeds heroic which thou hast to finish.
Long have they been inflated with presumption: slay them,
and bring us hither their possessions.
11 I craving joy address with hymn and
homage your heavenly host, the company of Maruts,
That we may gain wealth with full store of heroes, each day
more famous, and with troops of children.
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