|
1. PRIESTS, offer to the Lord
of all the people the milked-out stalk of Soma, radiant-coloured.
No wild-bull knows his drinking-place like
Indra who ever seeks him who hath pressed the Soma,
2 Thou dost desire to drink,
each day that passes, the pleasant food which thou hast had aforetime,
O Indra, gratified in heart and spirit, drink
eagerly the Soma set before thee.
3 Thou, newly-born, for
strength didst drink the Soma; the Mother told thee of thy future greatness.
O Indra, thou hast filled mid-air's wide
region, and given the Gods by battle room and freedom.
4 When thou hast urged the
arrocrant to combat, proud in their strength of arm, we will subdue them.
Or, Indra, when thou fightest girt by heroes,
we in the glorious fray with thee will conquer.
5 I will declare the earliest
deeds of Indra, and recent acts which Maghavan hath accomplished.
When he had conquered godless
wiles and magic, Soma became his own entire possession.
6 Thine is
this world of flocks and herds around thee, which with the eye of Surya thou
beholdest.
Thou, Indra, art alone the Lord
of cattle; may we enjoy the treasure which thou givest.
7 Ye Twain are
Lords of wealth in earth and heaven, thou, O Brhaspati, and thou, O Indra.
Mean though he be, give wealth
to him who lauds you. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.
|