HYMN XXIX. Indra.

1 O SOMA DRINKER, ever true, utterly hopeless though we be,

Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,

In thousands, O most wealthy One.

2 O Lord of Strength, whose jaws are strong, great deeds are thine, the powerful:

Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,

In thousands, O most wealthy One.

3 Lull thou asleep, to wake no more, the pair who on each other look

Do thou, O Indra, give us, help of beauteous horses and of kine,

In thousands, O most wealthy One.

4 Hero, let hostile spirits sleep, and every gentler genius wake:

Do thou, O Indra,. give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,

In thousands, O most wealthy One.

5 Destroy this ass, O Indra, who in tones discordant brays to thee:

Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,

In thousands, O most wealthy One.

6 Far distant on the forest fall the tempest in a circling course!

Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,

In thousands, O most wealthy One.

7 Slay each reviler, and destroy him who in secret injures us:

Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine

In thousands, O most wealthy One.