HYMN LXIX. Indra

1. O Sarakratu! truely I have made none else my Comforter.

Indra; be gracious unto us.

2 Thou who hast ever aided us kindly of old to win the spoil,

As such, O Indra, favour us.

3 What now? As prompter of the poor thou helpest him who sheds the juice.

Wilt thou not, Indra, strengthen us?

4 O Indra, help our chariot on, yea, Thunderer, though it lag behind:

Give this my car the foremost place.

5 Ho there! why sittest thou at case? Make thou my chariot to be first

And bring the fame of victory near.

6 Assist our car that seeks the prize. What can be easier for thee?

So make thou us victorious.

7 Indra, be firm: a fort art thou. To thine appointed place proceeds

The auspicious hymn in season due.

8 Let not our portion be disgrace. Broad is the course, the prize is set,

The barriers are opened wide.

9 This thing we wish. that thou mayst take thy fourth, thy sacrificial name.

So art thou held to be our Lord.

10 Ekadyu hath exalted you, Immortals: both Goddesses and Gods hath he delighted.

Bestow upon him bounty meet for praises. May he, enriched with prayer, come soon and early.