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1. INDRA, great in his power and might, and
like Parjanya rich in rain,
Is magnified by Vatsa's lauds.
2 When the priests, strengthening the Son
of Holy Law, present their gifts,
Singers with Order's hymn of praiser.
3 Since Kanvas with their lauds have made
Indra complete the sacrifice.
Words are their own appropriate arms.
4 Before his hot displeasure all the
peoples, all the men, bow down,
As rivers bow them to the sea.
5 This power of his shone brightly forth
when Indra brought together, like
A skin, the worlds of heaven and earth.
6 The fiercely-moving Vrtra's head he
severed with his thunderbolt,
His mighty hundred-knotted bolt.
7 Here are-we sing them loudly forth-our
thoughts among-the best of songs.
Even lightnings like the blaze of fire.
8 When bidden thoughts, spontaneously
advancing, glow, and with the stream
Of sacrifice the Kanvas shine.
9 Indra, may we obtain that wealth in
horses and in herds of cows,
And prayer that may be noticed first.
10 I from my Father have received deep
knowledge of the Holy Law
I was born like unto the Sun.
11 After the lore of ancient time I make,
like Kanva, beauteous songs,
And Indra's selfgains strength thereby.
12 Whatever Rsis have not praised thee,
Indra, or have lauded thee,
By me exalted wax thou strong.
13 When his wrath thundered, when he rent
Vrtra to pieces, limb by limb,
He sent the waters to the sea.
14 Against the Dasyu gusna thou, Indra,
didst hurl thy during bolt:
Thou, Dread one, hast a hero's fame.
15 Neither the heavens nor firmaments nor
regions of the earth contain
Indra, the Thunderer with his might.
16 O Indra him who lay at length staying
thy copious waters thou,
In his own footsteps, smotest down
17 Thou hiddest deep in darkness itim, O
Indra, who had set his grasp
On spacious heaven and earth conjoined.
18 Indra, whatever Yatis and Bhrgus have
offered praise to thee,
Listen, thou Mighty, to my call.
19 Indra, these spotted cows yield thee
their butter and the milky draught;
Aiders, thereby, of sacrifice;
20 Which, teeming, have received thee as a
life-germ, Indra, with their mouth,
Like Surya who sustaineth all.
21 O Lord of Might, with hymns of praise
the Kanvas have increased thy power,
The drops poured forth have strengthened thee.
22 Under thy guidance, Indra, mid thy
praises, Lord of Thunder, shall
The sacrifice be soon performed.
23 Indra, disclose much food for us, like a
stronghold with store of kine:
Give progeny and heroic strength.
24 And, Indra, grant us all that wealth of
fleet steeds which shone bright of old
Among the tribes of Nahusas.
25 Hither thou seemest to attract heaven's
fold which shines before our eyes,
When, Indra, thou art kind to us.
26 Yea, when thou puttest forth thy power,
Indra, thou governest the folk.
Mighty, unlimited in strength.
27 The tribes who bring oblations call to
thee, to thee to give them help,
With drops to thee who spreadest far.
28 There where the mountains downward
slope, there by the meeting of the streams
The Sage was manifest with song.
29 Thence, marking, from his lofty place
downward he looks upon the sea,
And thence with rapid stir he moves.
30 Then, verify, they see the light
refulgent of primeval seed,
Kindled on yonder side of heaven.
31 Indra, the Kanvas all exalt thy wisdom
and thy manly power,
And, Mightiest! thine heroic strength.
32 Accept this eulogy of mine, Indra, and
guard me carefully:
Strengthen my thought and prosper it.
33 For thee, O Mighty, Thunder-armed, we
singers through devotionhave
Fashioned the hymn that we may live.
34 To Indra have the Kanvas sung, like
waters speeding down a slope:
The song is fain to go to him.
35 As rivers swell the ocean, so our hymns
of praise make Indra strong,
Eternal, of resistIess wrath.
36 Come with thy lovely Bay Steeds, come to
us from regions far away
O Indra, drink this Soma juice.
37 Best slayer of Vrtras, men whose sacred
grass is ready trimmed
Invoke thee for the gain of spoil.
38 The heavens and earth come after thee as
the wheel follows Etasa:
To thee flow Sorna-drops effused.
39 Rejoice, O Indra, in the light, rejoice
in Saryandyan, be Glad in the sacrificer's hymn.
40 Grown strong in heaven, the
Thunder-armed hath bellowed, Vrtra-slayer, Bull,
Chief drinker of the Soma juice.
41 Thou art a Rsi born of old, sole Ruler
over all by might:
Thou, Indra, guardest well our wealth.
42 May thy Bay Steeds with beauteous backs,
a hundred, bring thee to the feast,
Bring thee to these our Soma-draughts.
43 The Kanvas with their hymns of praise
have magnified this ancient thought
That swells with streams of meath and oil.
44 Mid mightiest Gods let mortal man choose
Indra at the sacrifice,
Indra, whoe'er would win, for help.
45 Thy steeds, by Priyamedhas praised,
shall bring thee, God whom all invoke,
Hither to drink the Somajuice.
46 A hundred thousand have I gained from
Parsu, from Tirindira,
And presents of the Yadavas.
47 Ten thousand head of kine, and steeds
three times a hundred they bestowed
On Pajra for the Sama-song.
48 Kakuha hath reached up to heaven,
bestowing buffaloes yoked in fours,
And matched in fame the Yadavas.
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