HYMN LXXX. Indra.

1. DOWN to the stream a maiden came, and found the Soma by the way.

Bearing it to her home she said, For Indra will I press thee out, for Sakra will I press thee out.

2 Thou roaming yonder, little man, beholding every house in turn,

Drink thou this Soma pressed with teeth, accompanied with grain and curds, with cake of meal and song of praise.

3 Fain would we learn to know thee well, nor yet can we attain to thee.

Still slowly and in gradual drops, O Indu, unto Indra flow.

4 Will he not help and work for us? Will he not make us wealthier?

Shall we not, hostile to our lord, unite ourselves to Indra now?

5 O Indra, cause to sprout again three places, these which I declare, -

My father's head, his cultured field, and this the part below my waist.

6 Make all of these grow crops of hair, you cultivated field of ours,

My body, and my father's head.

7 Cleansing Apala, Indra! thrice, thou gavest sunlike skin to her,

Drawn, Satakratu! through the hole of car, of wagon, and of yoke.