XII Indra

1. When Somas flow thou makest pure, Indra, thy mind that merits laud,

For gain of strength that ever grows: for great is he.

2. In heaven's first region, in the seat of Gods, is he who brings success,

Most glorious, prompt to save, who wins the waterfloods.

3. Him I invoke, to win the spoil, even mighty Indra for the fray.

Be thou most near to us for bliss, a friend to aid!