HYMN XXXV. Indra.

1. INDRA, for our assistance bring that most effectual power of thine,

Which conquers men for us, and wins the spoil, invincible in fight.

2 Indra, whatever aids be thine, four be they, or, O Hero, three,

Or those of the Five Tribes of men, bring quickly all that help to us.

3 The aid most excellent of thee the Mightiest hitherward we call,

For thou wast born with hero might, conquering, Indra, with the Strong.

4 Mighty to prosper us wast thou born, and mighty is the strength thou hast.

In native power thy soul is firm: thy valour, Indra, slays a host.

5 O Satakratu, Lord of Strength, O Indra, Caster of the Stone.

With all thy chariot's force assail the man who shows himself thy foe.

6 For, Mightiest Vrtra-slayer, thee, fierce, foremost among many, folk

Whose sacred grass is trimmed invite to battle where the spoil is won.

7 Indra, do thou protect our car that mingles foremost in the fights,

That bears its part in every fray, invincible and seeking spoil.

8 Come to us, Indra, and protect our car with thine intelligence.

May we, O Mightiest One, obtain excellent fame at break of day, and meditate our hymn at dawn.