HYMN I. Indra.

1
GLORIFY naught besides, O friends; so shall no sorrow trouble you. Praise only mighty Indra when the juice is shed, and say your lauds repeatedly:

2
Even him, eternal, like a bull who rushes down, men's Conqueror, bounteous like a cow; Him who is cause of both, of enmity and peace, to both sides most munificent.

3
Although these men in sundry ways invoke thee to obtain thine aid, Be this our prayer, addressed, O Indra, unto thee, thine exaltation every day.

4
Those skilled in song, O Maghavan among these men o'ercome with might the foeman's songs. Come hither, bring us strength in many a varied form most near that it may succour us.

5
O Caster of the Stone, I would not sell thee for a mighty price, Not for a thousand, Thunderer! nor ten thousand, nor a hundred, Lord of countless wealth!

6
O Indra, thou art more to me than sire or niggard brother is. Thou and my mother, O Good Lord, appear alike, to give me wealth abundantly.

7
Where art thou? Whither art thou gone? For many a place attracts thy mind. Haste, Warrior, Fort-destroyer, Lord of battle's din, haste, holy songs have sounded forth.

8
Sing out the psalm to him who breaks down castles for his faithful friend, Verses to bring the Thunderer to destroy the forts and sit on Kanva's sacred grass.

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The Horses which are thine in tens, in hundreds, yea, in thousands thine, Even those vigorous Steeds, fleet-footed in the course, with those come quickly near to us.

10
This day I call Sabardugiha who animates the holy song, Indra the richly-yielding Milch-cow who provides unfailing food in ample stream.

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When Sura wounded Etasa, with Vata's rolling winged car. Indra bore Kutsa Arjuneya off, and mocked Gandharva. the unconquered One.

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He without ligature, before making incision in the neck, Closed up the wound again, most wealthy Maghavan, who maketh whole the injured part.

13
May we be never cast aside, and strangers, as it were, to thee. We, Thunder-wielding Indra, count ourselves as trees rejected and unfit to bum.

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O Vrtra-slayer, we were thought slow and unready for the fray. Yet once in thy great bounty may we have delight, O Hero, after praising thee.

15
If he will listen to my laud, then may out Soma-drops that flow Rapidly through the strainer gladden Indra, drops due to the Tugryas' Strengthener.

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Come now unto the common laud of thee and of thy faithful friend. So may our wealthy nobles' praise give joy to thee. Fain would I sing thine eulogy.

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Press out the Soma with the stones, and in the waters wash it clean. The men investing it with raiment made of milk shall milk it forth from out the stems.

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Whether thou come from earth or from the lustre of the lofty heaven, Wax stronger in thy body through my song of praise: fill full all creatures, O most Wise.

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For India press the Soma out, most gladdening and most excellent. May Sakra make it swell sent forth with every prayer and asking, as it were, for strength.

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Let me not, still beseeching thee with earnest song at Soma rites, Anger thee like soma wild beast. Who would not beseech him who hath power to grant his prayer?

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The draught made swift with rapturous joy, effectual with its mighty strength, All-conquering, distilling transport, let him drink: for he in ecstasy gives us gifts.

22
Where bliss is not, may he, All-praised, God whom the pious glorify, Bestow great wealth upon the mortal worshipper who sheds the juice and praises him.

23
Come, Indra, and rejoice thyself, O God, in manifold affluence. Thou fillest like a lake thy vast capacious bulk with Soma and with draughts besides.

24
A thousand and a hundred Steeds are harnessed to thy golden car. So may the long-maned Bays, yoked by devotion, bring Indra to drink the Soma juice.

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Yoked to thy chariot wrought of gold, may thy two Bays with peacock tails, Convey thee hither, Steeds with their white backs, to quaff sweet juice that makes us eloquent.

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So drink, thou Lover of the Song, as the first drinker, of this juice. This the outpouring of the savoury sap prepared is good and meet to gladden thee.

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He who alone by wondrous deed is Mighty, Strong by holy works, May he come, fair of cheek; may he not stay afar, but come and turn not from our call.

28
Susna's quick moving castle thou hast crushed to pieces with thy bolts. Thou, Indra, from of old, hast followed after light, since we have had thee to invoke.

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My praises when the Sun hath risen, my praises at the time of noon, My praises at the coming of the gloom of night, O Vasu, have gone forth to thee.

30
Praise yea, praise him. Of princes these are the most liberal of their gifts, These, Paramajya, Ninditasva, Prapathi, most bounteous, O Medhyatithi.

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When to the car, by faith, I yoked the horses longing for the way- For skilled is Yadu's son in dealing precious wealth, he who is rich in herds of kine.

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May he who gave me two brown steeds together with their cloths of gold, May he, Asanga's son Svanadratha, obtain all joy and high felicities.

33
Playoga's son Asanga, by ten thousand, O Agni, hath surpassed the rest in giving. For me ten bright-hued oxen have come forward like lotus-stalks from out a lake upstanding.

34
What time her husband's perfect restoration to his lost strength and manhood was apparent, His consort Sasvati with joy addressed him, Now art thou well, my lord, and shalt be happy.

HYMN II. Indra.

1
HERE is the Soma juice expressed; O Vasu, drink till thou art full: Undaunted God, we give it thee.

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Washed by the men, pressed out with stones, strained through the filter made of wool, 'Tis like a courser bathed in stream.

3
This juice have we made sweet for thee like barley, blending it with milk. Indra, I call thee to our feast.

4
Beloved of all, Indra alone drinks up the flowing Soma juice Among the Gods and mortal men.

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The Friend, whom not the brilliant-hued, the badly-mixt or bitter draught, Repels, the far-extending God;

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While other men than we with milk chase him as hunters chase a deer, And with their kine inveigle him.

7
For him, for Indra, for the God, be pressed three draughts of Soma juice In the juice-drinker's own abode.

8
Three reservoirs exude their drops, filled are three beakers to the brim, All for one offering to the God.

9
Pure art thou, set in many a place, and blended in the midst with milk And curd, to cheer the Hero best.

10
Here, Indra, are thy Soma-draughts pressed out by us, the strong, the pure: They crave admixture of the milk.

11
O Indra, pour in milk, prepare the cake, and mix the Soma-draught. I hear them say that thou art rich.

12
Quaffed juices fight within the breast. The drunken praise not by their wine, The naked praise not when it rains.

13
Rich be the praiser of one rich, munificent and famed like thee: High rank be his, O Lord of Bays.

14
Foe of the man who adds no milk, he heeds not any chanted hymn Or holy psalm that may he sung.

15
Give us not, Indra, as a prey unto the scornful or the proud: Help, Mighty One, with power and might.

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This, even this, O Indra, we implore. as thy devoted friends, The Kanvas praise thee with their hymns.

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Naught else, O Thunderer, have I praised in the skilled singer's eulogy: On thy land only have I thought.

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The Gods seek him who presses out the Soma; they desire not sleep They punish sloth unweariedly.

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Come hither swift with gifts of wealth - be not thou angry with us-like A great man with a youthful bride.

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Let him not, wrathful with us, spend the evening far from us to-day, Like some unpleasant son-in-law.

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For well we know this Hero's love, most liberal of the boons he gives, His plans whom the three worlds display.

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Pour forth the gift which Kanvas bring, for none more glorious do we know Than the Strong Lord with countless aids.

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O presser, offer Soma first to Indra, Hero, Sakra, him The Friend of man, that he may drink;

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Who, in untroubled ways, is best provider, for his worshippers. Of strength in horses and in kine.

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Pressers, for him blend Soma juice, each draught most excellent, for him The Brave, the Hero, for his joy.

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The Vrtra-slayer drinks the juice. May he who gives a hundred aids Approach, nor stay afar from us.

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May the strong Bay Steeds, yoked by prayer, bring hither unto us our Friend, Lover of Song, renowned by songs.

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Sweet are the Soma juices, come! Blent are the Soma juices, come! Rsi-like, mighty, fair of cheek, come hither quickly to the feast.

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And lauds which strengthen thee for great bounty and valour, and exalt Indra who doeth glorious deeds,

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And songs to thee who lovest song, and all those hymns addressed to thee- These evermore confirm thy might.

31
Thus he, sole doer of great deeds whose hand holds thunder, gives us strength, He who hath never been subdued.

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Vrtra he slays with his right hand, even Indra, great with mighty power, And much-invoked in many a place.

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He upon whom all men depend, all regions, all achievements, he Takes pleasure in our wealthy chiefs.

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All this hath he accomplished, yea, Indra, most gloriously renowned, Who gives our wealthy princes strength.

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Who drives his chariot seeking spoil, from afar, to him he loves: For swift is he to bring men wealth.

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The Sage who, winning spoil with steeds, slays Vrtra, Hero with the men, His servant's faithful succourer.

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O Priyamedhas, worship with collected mind this Indra whom The Soma hath full well inspired.

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Ye Kanvas, sing the Mighty One, Lord of the Brave, who loves renown, All-present, glorified by song.

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Strong Friend, who, with no trace of feet, restores the cattle to the men, Who rest their wish and hope on him.

40
Shaped as a Ram, Stone-hurler I once thou camest hither to the son Of Kanva, wise Medhyatithi.

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Vibhindu, thou hast helped this man, giving him thousands four times ten, And afterward eight thousand more.

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And these twain pouring streams of milk, creative, daughters of delight, For wedlock sake I glorify.

HYMN III. Indra.

1
DRINK, Indra, of the savoury juice, and cheer thee with our milky draught. Be, for our weal, our Friend and sharer of the feast, and let thy wisdom guard us well.

2
In thy kind grace and favour may we still be strong: expose us not to foe's attack. With manifold assistance guard and succour us, and bring us to felicity.

3
May these my songs of praise exalt thee, Lord, who hast abundant wealth. Men skilled in holy hymns, pure, with the hues of fire, have sung them with their lauds to thee.

4
He, with his might enhanced by Rsis thousandfold, hath like an ocean spread himself. His majesty is praised as true at solemn rites, his power where holy singers rule.

5
Indra for worship of the Gods, Indra while sacrifice proceeds, Indra, as worshippers in battle-shock, we call, Indra that we may win the spoil.

6
With might hath Indra spread out heaven and earth, with power hath Indra lighted up the Sun. In Indra are all creatures closely held; in him meet the distilling Soma-drops.

7
Men with their lauds are urging thee, Indra, to drink the Soma first. The Rbhus in accord have lifted up their voice, and Rudras sung thee as the first.

8
Indra increased his manly strength at sacrifice, in the wild rapture of this juice. And living men to-day, even as of old, sing forth their praises to his majesty.

9
I crave of thee that hero strength, that thou mayst first regard this prayer, Wherewith thou holpest Bhrgu and the Yatis and Praskanva when the prize was staked.

10
Wherewith thou sentest mighty waters to the sea, that, Indra, is thy manly strength. For ever unattainable is this power of him to whom the worlds have cried aloud.

11
Help us, O Indra, when we pray to thee for wealth and hero might. First help thou on to strength the man who strives to win, and aid our laud, O Ancient One.

12
Help for us, Indra, as thou holpest Paura once, this man's devotions bent on gain. Help, as thou gavest Rugama and Syavaka and Svarnara and Krpa aid.

13
What newest of imploring prayers shall, then, the zealous mortal sing? For have not they who laud his might, and Indra-power won for themselves the light of heaven?

14
When shall they keep the Law and praise thee mid the Gods? Who counts as Rsi and as sage? When ever wilt thou, Indra Maghavan, come nigh to presser's or to praiser's call?

15
These songs of ours exceeding sweet, these hymns of praise ascend to thee, Like ever-conquering chariots that display their strength, gain wealth, and give unfailing aid.

16
The Bhrgus are like Suns, like Kanvas, and have gained all that their thoughts were bent upon. The living men of Priyamedha's race have sung exalting Indra with their lauds.

17
Best slayer of the Vrtras, yoke thy Bay Steeds, Indra, from afar. Come with the High Ones hither, Maghavan, to us, Mighty, to drink the Soma juice.

18
For these, the bards and singers, have cried out to thee with prayer, to gain the sacrifice. As such, O Maghavan, Indra, who lovest song, even as a lover bear my call.

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Thou from the lofty plains above, O Indra, hurledst Vrtra down. Thou dravest forth the kine of guileful Mrgaya and Arbuda from the mountain's hold.

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Bright were the flaming fires, the Sun gave forth his shine, and Soma, Indra's juice, shone clear. Indra, thou blewest the great Dragon from the air -. men must regard that valorous deed.

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The fairest courser of them all, who runneth on as 'twere to heaven. Which Indra and the Maruts gave, and Pakasthaman Kaurayan.

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To me hath Pakasthaman given, a ruddy horse,good at the pole, Filling is girth and rousing wealth;

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Compared with whom no other ten strong coursers, harnessed to the pole, Bear Tugrya to his dwelling place.

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Raiment is body, food is life, and healing ointment giveth strength. As the free-handed giver of the ruddy steed, I have named Pakasthaman fourth.

HYMN IV. Indra.

1
THOUGH, Indra, thou art called by men eastward and westward, north and south, Thou chiefly art with Anava and Turvasa, brave Champion I urged by men to Come.

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Or, Indra, when with Ruma, Rusama, Syavaka, and Krpa thou rejoicest thee, Still do the Kanvas, bringing praises, with their prayers, O Indra, draw thee hither: come.

3
Even as the wild-bull, when he thirsts, goes to the desert's watery pool, Come hither quickly both at morning and at eve, and with the Kanvas drink thy fill.

4
May the drops gladden thee, rich Indra, and obtain bounty for him who pours the juice. Soma pressed in the mortar didst thou take and drink, and hence hast won surpassing might.

5
With mightier strength he conquered strength, with energy he crushed their wrath. O Indra, Strong in youth, all those who sought the fray bent and bowed down to thee like trees.

6
He who wins promise of thine aid goes girt as with a thousand mighty men of war. He makes his son preeminent in hero might - he serves with reverential prayer.

7
With thee, the Mighty, for our Friend, we will riot fear or feel fatigue. May we see Turvasa and Yadu: thy great deed, O Hero, must be glorified.

8
On his left hip the Hero hath reclined himself: the proffered feast offends him not. The milk is blended with the honey of the bee: quickly come hither, baste, and drink.

9
Indra, thy friend is fair of form and rich in horses, cars, and kine. He evermore hath food accompanied by wealth, and radiant joins the company.

10
Come like a thirsty antelope to the drinking-place: drink Soma to thy heart's desire. Raining it down, O Maghavan, day after day, thou gainest thy surpassing might.

11
Priest, let the Soma juice flow forth, for Indra longs to drink thereof. He even now hath yoked his vigorous Bay Steeds: the Vrtra-slayer hath come near.

12
The man with whom thou fillest thee with Soma deems himself a pious worshipper. This thine appropriate food is here poured out for thee: come, hasten forward. drink of it,

13
Press out the Soma juice, ye priests, for Indra borne upon his car. The pressing-stones speak loud of Indra, while they shed the juice which, offered, honours him.

14
To the brown juice may his dear vigorous Bay Steeds bring Indra, to our holy task. Hither let thy Car-steeds who seek the sacrifice bring thee to our drink-offerings.

15
Pusan, the Lord of ample wealth, for firm alliance we elect. May he with wisdom, Sakra! Looser! Much-invoked! aid us to riches and to seed.

16
Sharpen us like a razor in the barber's hands: send riches thou who settest free. Easy to find with thee are treasures of the Dawn for mortal man whom thou dost speed.

17
Pusan, I long to win thy love, I long to praise thee, Radiant God. Excellent Lord, 'tis strange tome, no wish have I to sing the psalm that Pajra sings.

18
My kine, O Radiant God, seek pasture where they will, my during wealth, Immortal One. Be our protector, Pusan! be, most liberal Lord, propitious to our gathering strength.

19
Rich was the gift Kurunga gave, a hundred steeds at morning rites. Among the gifts of Turvasas we thought of him, the opulent, the splendid King.

20
What by his morning songs Kanva, the powerful, hath, with the Priyamedhas, gained-

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The herds of sixty thousand pure and spotless kine, have I, the Rsi, driven away.

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The very trees were joyful at my coming: kine they obtained in plenty, steeds in plenty.

HYMN V. Asvins.

1
WHEN, even as she were present here, red Dawn hath shone from far away, She spreadeth light on every side.

2
Like Heroes on your will-yoked car farshining, Wonder-Workers! ye Attend, O Asvins, on the Dawn.

3
By you, O Lords of ample wealth our songs of praise have been observed: As envoy have I brought the prayer.

4
Kanvas must praise the Asvins dear to many, making many glad, Most rich, that they may succour us.

5
Most liberal, best at winning strength, inciters, Lords of splendour who Visit the worshipper's abode.

6
So for devout Sudeva dew with fatness his unfailing mead, And make it rich for sacrifice.

7
Hitherward running speedily with horses, as with rapid hawks, Come, Asvins, to our song of praise

8
Wherewith the three wide distances, and all the lights that are in heaven. Ye traverse, and three times of night.

9
O Finders of the Day, that we may win us food of kine and wealth, Open the paths for us to tread.

10
O Asvins, bring us wealth in kine, in noble heroes, and in cars: Bring us the strength that horses give.

11
Ye Lords of splendour, glorified, ye Wonder-Workers borne on paths Of gold, drink sweets with Soma juice.

12
To us, ye Lords of ample wealth, and to our wealth chiefs extend Wide shelter, ne'er to be assailed.

13
Come quickly downward to the prayer of people whom ye favour most: Approach not unto other folk.

14
Ye Asvins whom our minds perceive, drink of this lovely gladdening draught, The meath which we present to you.

15
Bring riches hither unto us in hundreds and in thousands, source Of plenteous food, sustaining all.

16
Verily sages call on you, ye Heroes, in full many a place. Moved by the priests, O Asvins, conic.

17
Men who have trimmed the sacred grass, bringing oblations and prepared, O Asvins, are invoking you.

18
May this our hymn of praise to-day, most powerful to bring you, be, O Asvins, nearest to your hearts.

19
The skin filled full of savoury meath, laid in the pathway of your car- O Asvins, drink ye both therefrom.

20
For this, ye Lords of ample wealth, bring blessing for our herd, our kine, Our progeny, and plenteous food.

21
Ye too unclose to us like doors the strengthening waters of the sky, And rivers, ye who find the day.

22
When did the son of' Tugra serve you, Men? Abandoned in the sea, That with winged steeds your car might fly.

23
Ye, O Nasatyas, ministered to Kanva with repeated aid, When cast into the heated pit.

24
Come near with those most recent aids of yours which merit eulogy, When I invoke you, Wealthy Gods.

25
As ye protected Kanva erst, Priyamedha and Upastuta, Atri, Sinjara, Asvins Twain

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And Amsu in decisive fight, Agastya in the fray for kine. And, in his battles, Sobhari.

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For so much bliss, or even more, O Asvins, Wealthy Gods, than this, We pray white singing hymns to you.

28
Ascend your car with golden seat, O Asvins, and with reins of gold, That reaches even to the sky.

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Golden is its supporting shaft, the axle also is of gold, And both the wheels are made of gold.

30
Thereon, ye Lords of ample wealth, come to us even from afar, Come ye to this mine eulogy.

31
From far away ye come to us, Asvins, enjoying plenteous food Of Dasas, O Immortal Ones.

32
With splendour, riches, and renown, O Asvins, hither come to us, Nasatyas, shining brilliantly.

33
May dappled horses, steeds who fly with pinions, bring you hitherward To people skilled in sacrifice.

34
The wheel delayeth not that car of yours accompanied by song, That cometh with a store of food.

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Borne on that chariot wrought of gold, with coursers very fleet of foot, Come, O Nasatyas, swift as thought.

36
O Wealthy Gods, ye taste and find the brisk and watchful wild beast good. Associate wealth with food for us.

37
As such, O Asvins, find for me my share of new-presented gifts, As Kasu, Cedi's son, gave me a hundred head of buffaloes, and ten thousand kine.

38
He who hath given me for mine own ten Kings like gold to look upon. At Caidya's feet are all the people round about, all those who think upon the shield.

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No man, not any, goes upon the path on which the Cedis walk. No other prince, no folk is held more liberal of gifts than they.

HYMN VI Indra

1
INDRA, great in his power and might, and like Parjanya rich in rain, Is magnified by Vatsa's lauds.

2
When the priests, strengthening the Son of Holy Law, present their gifts, Singers with Order's hymn of praiser.

3
Since Kanvas with their lauds have made Indra complete the sacrifice. Words are their own appropriate arms.

4
Before his hot displeasure all the peoples, all the men, bow down, As rivers bow them to the sea.

5
This power of his shone brightly forth when Indra brought together, like A skin, the worlds of heaven and earth.

6
The fiercely-moving Vrtra's head he severed with his thunderbolt, His mighty hundred-knotted bolt.

7
Here are-we sing them loudly forth-our thoughts among-the best of songs. Even lightnings like the blaze of fire.

8
When bidden thoughts, spontaneously advancing, glow, and with the stream Of sacrifice the Kanvas shine.

9
Indra, may we obtain that wealth in horses and in herds of cows, And prayer that may be noticed first.

10
I from my Father have received deep knowledge of the Holy Law I was born like unto the Sun.

11
After the lore of ancient time I make, like Kanva, beauteous songs, And Indra's selfgains strength thereby.

12
Whatever Rsis have not praised thee, Indra, or have lauded thee, By me exalted wax thou strong.

13
When his wrath thundered, when he rent Vrtra to pieces, limb by limb, He sent the waters to the sea.

14
Against the Dasyu gusna thou, Indra, didst hurl thy during bolt: Thou, Dread one, hast a hero's fame.

15
Neither the heavens nor firmaments nor regions of the earth contain Indra, the Thunderer with his might.

16
O Indra him who lay at length staying thy copious waters thou, In his own footsteps, smotest down

17
Thou hiddest deep in darkness itim [sic], O Indra, who had set his grasp On spacious heaven and earth conjoined.

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Indra, whatever Yatis and Bhrgus have offered praise to thee, Listen, thou Mighty, to my call.

19
Indra, these spotted cows yield thee their butter and the milky draught; Aiders, thereby, of sacrifice;

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Which, teeming, have received thee as a life-germ, Indra, with their mouth, Like Surya who sustaineth all.

21
O Lord of Might, with hymns of praise the Kanvas have increased thy power, The drops poured forth have strengthened thee.

22
Under thy guidance, Indra, mid thy praises, Lord of Thunder, shall The sacrifice be soon performed.

23
Indra, disclose much food for us, like a stronghold with store of kine: Give progeny and heroic strength.

24
And, Indra, grant us all that wealth of fleet steeds which shone bright of old Among the tribes of Nahusas.

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Hither thou seemest to attract heaven's fold which shines before our eyes, When, Indra, thou art kind to us.

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Yea, when thou puttest forth thy power, Indra, thou governest the folk. Mighty, unlimited in strength.

27
The tribes who bring oblations call to thee, to thee to give them help, With drops to thee who spreadest far.

28
There where the mountains downward slope, there by the meeting of the streams The Sage was manifest with song.

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Thence, marking, from his lofty place downward he looks upon the sea, And thence with rapid stir he moves.

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Then, verify, they see the light refulgent of primeval seed, Kindled on yonder side of heaven.

31
Indra, the Kanvas all exalt thy wisdom and thy manly power, And, Mightiest! thine heroic strength.

32
Accept this eulogy of mine, Indra, and guard me carefully: Strengthen my thought and prosper it.

33
For thee, O Mighty, Thunder-armed, we singers through devotion have Fashioned the hymn that we may live.

34
To Indra have the Kanvas sung, like waters speeding down a slope: The song is fain to go to him.

35
As rivers swell the ocean, so our hymns of praise make Indra strong, Eternal, of resistless wrath.

36
Come with thy lovely Bay Steeds, come to us from regions far away O Indra, drink this Soma juice.

37
Best slayer of Vrtras, men whose sacred grass is ready trimmed Invoke thee for the gain of spoil.

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The heavens and earth come after thee as the wheel follows Etasa: To thee flow Soma-drops effused.

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Rejoice, O Indra, in the light, rejoice in Saryandyan, be Glad in the sacrificer's hymn.

40
Grown strong in heaven, the Thunder-armed hath bellowed, Vrtra-slayer, Bull, Chief drinker of the Soma juice.

41
Thou art a Rsi born of old, sole Ruler over all by might: Thou, Indra, guardest well our wealth.

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May thy Bay Steeds with beauteous backs, a hundred, bring thee to the feast, Bring thee to these our Soma-draughts.

43
The Kanvas with their hymns of praise have magnified this ancient thought That swells with streams of meath and oil.

44
Mid mightiest Gods let mortal man choose Indra at the sacrifice, Indra, whoe'er would win, for help.

45
Thy steeds, by Priyamedhas praised, shall bring thee, God whom all invoke, Hither to drink the Soma juice.

46
A hundred thousand have I gained from Parsu, from Tirindira, And presents of the Yadavas.

47
Ten thousand head of kine, and steeds three times a hundred they bestowed On Pajra for the Sama-song.

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Kakuha hath reached up to heaven, bestowing buffaloes yoked in fours, And matched in fame the Yadavas.

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