XIV Indra

1. Sing strength to Indra that shall. set his chariot in the foremost

place!

Giver of room in closest fight, slayer of foes in shock of war, be thou our great encorager! Let the weak bowstrings break upon the bows of our weak mies!

2. Thou didst destroy the Dragon: thou sentest the rivers down to Earth.

Foeless, O Indra, wast thou born. Thou tendest well each choicest thing. Therefore we draw us close to thee. Let the weak bowstrings break upon the bows of our weak enemies!

Destroyed be all malignitics and all our enemy's designs!

3. Thy bolt thou castest at the foe, O Indra, who would smite us dead: thy liberal bounty gives us wealth. Let the weak bowstrings break upon the bows of our weak enemies!