HYMN CLXVII. Indra.

1. THIS pleasant meath, O Indra, is effused for thee: thou art the ruling Lord of beaker and of juice.

Bestow upon us wealth with many hero sons: thou, having glowed with Fervour, wortnest heavenly light.

2 Let us call Sakra to libations here effused, winner of light who joyeth in the potent juice.

Mark well this sacrifice of ours and come to us: we pray to Maghavan the Vanquisher of hosts.

3 By royal Soma's and by Varuna's decree, under Brhaspati's and Anumati's guard,

This day by thine authority, O Maghavan, Maker, Disposer thou! have I enjoyed the jars.

4 1, too, urged on, have had my portion, in the bowl, and as first Prince I drew forth this my hymn of praise,

When with the prize I came unto the flowing juice, O Visvamitra, Jamadagni, to your home.