HYMN LXX. Indra.

1. INDRA, God of the mighty arm, gather for us with thy right hand

Manifold and nutritious spoil.

2 We know thee mighty in thy deeds, of mighty bounty, mighty wealth,

Mighty in measure, prompt to aid.

3 Hero, when thou art fain to give, neither may Gods nor mortal men

Restrain thee like a fearful Bull.

4 Come, let us glorify Indra, Lord supreme of wealth, Self-ruling King:

In bounty may he harm us not.

5 Let prelude sound and following chant so let him hear the Saman sung,

And with his bounty answer us.

6 O Indra, with thy right hand bring, and with thy left remember us.

Let us not lose our share of wealth.

7 Come nigh, O Bold One, boldly bring hither the riches of the churl

Who giveth least of all the folk.

8 Indra, the booty which thou hast with holy singers to receive,

Even that booty win with us.

9 Indra, thy swiftly-coming spoil, the booty which rejoices all,

Sounds quick in concert with our hopes.