HYMN LXXXIV. Indra.

1. SONG-LOVER! like a charioteer come songs to thee when Soma flows.

O Indra, they have called to thee as mother-kine unto their calves.

2 Bright juices bitherward have sped thee, Indra, Lover of the Song.

Drink, Indra, of this flowing sap: in every house 'tis set for thee.

3 Drink Soma to inspirit thee, juice, Indra, which the Falcon brought:

For thou art King and Sovran Lord of all the families of men.

4 O Indra, hear Tirasci's call, the call of him who serveth thee.

Satisfy him with wealth of kine and valiant offspring: Great art thou.

5 For he, O Indra, hath produced for thee the newest gladdening song,

A hymn that springs from careful thought, ancient, and full of sacred truth.

6 That Indra will we laud whom songs and hymns of praise have magnified.

Striving to win, we celebrate his many deeds of hero might.

7 Come now and let us glorify pure Indra with pure Sama hymns.

Let the pure milky draught delight him strengthened by pure songs of praise.

8 O Indra, come thou pure to us, with pure assistance, pure thyself.

Pure, send thou riches down to us, and, meet for Soma, pure, be glad.

9 O Indra, pure, vouchsafe us wealth, and, pure, enrich the worshipper.

Pure, thou dost strike the Vrtras dead, and strivest, pure, to win the spoil.