i. 7. 13.

a The months, the woods,
The plants, the mountains,
The earth and sky in longing,
The waters, followed Indra on his birth.
b To thee hath been assigned for mighty power,
For ever, in the slaying of Vrtra,
All lordship, and all strength, O thou that art worthy of sacrifice
In the overcoming of man by the gods, O Indra,
c Indrani beyond other women
I have heard to be favoured with a spouse,
For never at any time [1]
Shall her husband die of old age.
d I have not joyed, O Indrani,
Without my friend Vrsakapi,
Whose oblation rich in water
Goeth dear to the gods.
e He who first born in his wisdom
A god, surpassed the gods in insight,
From whose breath the sky and earth recoiled,
In the greatness of his manhood, he, O ye men, is Indra.
f Hitherward be thy might with aid, O dread Indra,
What time the armies meet in combat,
And the arrow flieth from the arms of the strong men;
Let not thine [2] anger spread on every side.
g Destroy us not; bring and give to us
That plenteous bounty which thou hast to give to the pious man,
For this new gift, this song we have sung to thee;
Let us speak forth in praise of Indra.
h Bring it to us, let none intercept it;
For we know thee as wealth lord of riches;
That mighty gift of thine, O Indra,
Vouchsafe it us, O lord of the bay steeds [3].
i With our oblation we summon
1ndra, the giver;
Fill both thy hands with bounty;
Give to us from the left and the right.
k The giver, the bolt-bearer, the bull, the overpowering,
The impetuous, the king, slayer of Vrtra, drinker of the Soma,
Seated at this sacrifice on the strew,
Be thou health and wealth to the sacrificer.
l Indra, the protector, the granter of aid with his aids;
All knowing, be kindly to us;
Let him restrain the enemy, let him make security,
May we be lords of strength [4].
m May we enjoy the favour of him the worshipful,
And also his loving kindness;
May the protector Indra, the granter of aid,
For ever fend far from us the enemy.
n Rich banquets be ours with Indra,
With mighty strength,
Wherewith fed we may be glad.
o To Indra, here sing strength
To place his chariot in the front;
Even in conflict in battle he maketh wide room;
Slayer of foes in the contests
Be thou our comforter;
Let the feeble bowstrings
Of the others break on their bows.

PRAPKTHAKA VIII

The Rajasuya