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1. I TRUST in
thy first wrathful deed, O Indra, when thou slewest Vrtra and didst work to
profit man;
What time the two world-halves
fell short of thee in might, and the earth trembled at thy force, O
Thunder-anned.
2 Thou with thy
magic powers didst rend the conjurer Vrtra, O Blameless One, with heart that
longed for fame.
Heroes elect thee when they
battle for the prey, thee in all sacrifices worthy of renown.
3 God
Much-invoked, take pleasure in these princes here, who, thine exalters,
Maghavan, have come to wealth.
In synods, when the rite
succeeds, they hymn the Strong for sons and progeny and riches undisturbed.
4 That man
shall find delight in well-protected wealth whose care provides for him the
quick-sought joyous draught.
Bringing oblations,
strengthened Maghavan, by thee, he swiftly wins the spoil with heroes in the
fight.
5 Now for our
band, O Maghavan, when lauded, make ample room with might, and grant us riches.
Magician thou, our Varuna and
Mitra, deal food to us, O Wondrous, as Dispenser.
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