HYMN CXIX. Indra.

1. THIS, even this was my resolve, to win a cow, to win a steed:

Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

2 Like violent gusts of wind the draughts that I have drunk have lifted me

Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

3 The draughts I drank have borne me up, as fleet-foot horses draw a car:

Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

4 The hymn hath reached me, like a cow who lows to meet her darling calf:

Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

5 As a wright bends a chariot-seat so round my heart I bend the hymn:

Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

6 Not as a mote within the eye count the Five Tribes of men with me:

Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

7 The heavens and earth themselves have not grown equal to one half of me

Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

8 I in my grandeur have surpassed the heavens and all this spacious earth

Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

9 Aha! this spacious earth will I deposit either here or there

Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

10 In one short moment will I smite the earth in fury here or there:

Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

11 One of my flanks is in the sky; I let the other trail below:

Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

12 1, greatest of the Mighty Ones, am lifted to the firmament:

Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

13 I seek the worshipper's abode; oblation-bearer to the Gods:

Have I not drunk of Soma juice?