HYMN XX. Indra.

1. STRONG, Godly-natured, born for hero exploit, man's Friend, hedoth whatever deed he willeth.

Saving us e'en from great transgression, Indra, the Youthful, visiteth man's home with favour.

2 Waxing greatness Indra slayeth Vrtra: the Hero with his aid hath helped the singer.

He gave Sudas wide room and space, and often hath granted wealth to him who brought oblations.

3 Soldier unchecked, war-rousing, battling Hero, unconquered from of old, victorious ever,

Indra the very strong hath scattered armies; yea, he hath slain each foe who fought against him.

4 Thou with thy greatness hast filled full, O Indra, even both the worlds with might, O thou Most Mighty.

Lord of Bays, Indra, brandishing his thunder, is gratified with Soma at the banquet.

5 A Bull begat the Bull for joy of battle, and a strong Mother brought forth him the manly.

He who is Chief of men, their armies' Leader, is strong Hero, bold, and fain for booty.

6 The people falter not, nor suffer sorrow, who win themselves this God's terrific spirit.

He who with sacrifices worships Indra is lord of wealth, law-born and law's protector.

7 Whene'er the elder fain would help the younger the greater cometh to the lesser's present.

Shall the Immortal sit aloof' inactive? O Wondrous Indra, bring us wondrous riches.

8 Thy dear folk, Indra, who present oblations, are, in chief place, thy friends, O Thunder-wielder.

May we be best content in this thy favour, sheltered by One who slays not, but preserves us.

9 To thee the mighty hymn hath clamoured loudly, and, Maghavan, the eloquent hath besought thee.

Desire of wealth hath come upon thy singer: help us then, gakra, to our share of riches.

10 Place us by food which thou hast given, O Indra, us and the wealthy patrons who command us.

Let thy great power bring good to him who lauds thee. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.