XX Indra

1. Render of forts, the young, the wise, of strength unmeasured, was he born,

Sustainer of each sacred rite, Indra, the Thunderer, much extolled,

2. Thou wielder of the stone, didst burst the cave of Vala rich in kine.

The Gods came pressing to thy side, and free from terror aided thee.

3. They glorified with hymns of praise Indra who reigneth by his might,

Whose bounteous gifts in thousands come, yea, even more abundantly.