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1. Come hither, Indra, with thy Bays, come
thou to Kanva's eulogy.
Ye by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone
to heaven.
2 May the stone draw thee as it speaks, the
Soma-stone with ringing voice.
Ye by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone
to heaven.
3 The stones' rim shakes the Soma here like
a wolf worrying a sheep.
Ye by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone
to heaven.
4 The Kanvas call thee hitherward for
succour and to win the spoil.
Ye by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone
to heaven.
5 I set for thee, as for the Strong, the
first draught of the juices shed.
6 Come with abundant blessings, come with
perfect care to succour us.
7 Come, Lord of lofty thought, who hast
infinite wealth and countless aids.
8 Adorable mid Gods, the Priest good to
mankind shall bring thee near.
9 As wings the falcon, so thy Bays rushing
in joy shall carry thee.
10 Come from the enemy to us, to svaha and
the Soma-draught.
11 Come hither with thine car inclined to
hear, take pleasure in our lauds.
12 Lord of well-nourished Horses, come with
well-fed Steeds alike in hue.
13 Come hither from the mountains, come
from regions of the sea of air.
14 Disclose to us O Hero, wealth in
thousands both of kine and steeds.
15 Bring riches hitherward to us in
hundreds, thousands, myriads.
Ye by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone
to heaven.
16 The thousand steeds, the mightiest
troop, which we and Indra have received
From Vasurocis as a gift,
17 The brown that match the wind in speed,
and bright bay coursers fleet of foot,
Like Suns, resplendent are they all.
18 Mid the Pargvata's rich gifts, swift
steeds whose wheels run rapidly,
I seemed to stand amid a wood.
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