HYMN XL. Indra. Surya. Atri.

1. COME thou to what the stones have pressed, drink Soma, O thou Soma's Lord,

Indra best Vrtra-slayer Strong One, with the Strong.

2 Strong is the stone, the draught is strong, strong is this Soma that is pressed,

Indra, best Vrtra-slayer, Strong One with the Strong.

3 As strong I call on thee the Strong, O Thunder-armed, with various aids,

Indra, best Vrtra-slayer, Strong One with the Strong.

4 Impetuous, Thunderer, Strong, quelling the mighty, King, potent, Vrtra-slayer, Soma-drinker,

May he come hither with his yoked Bay Horses; may Indra gladden him at the noon libation.

5 O Surya, when the Asura's descendant Svarbhanu, pierced thee through and through with darkness,

All creatures looked like one who is bewildered, who knoweth not the place where he is standing.

6 What time thou smotest down Svarbhanu's magic that spread itself beneath the sky, O Indra,

By his fourth sacred prayer Atri disoovered Surya concealed in gloom that stayed his function.

7 Let not the oppressor with this dread, through anger swallow me up, for I am thine, O Atri.

Mitra art thou, the sender of true blessings: thou and King Varuna be both my helpers.

8 The Brahman Atri, as he set the press-stones, serving the Gods with praise and adoration,

Established in the heaven the eye of Surya, and caused Svarbhanu's magic arts to vanish.

9 The Atris found the Sun again, him whom Svarbhanu of the brood

Of Asuras had pierced with gloom. This none besides had power to do.