HYMN I. Indu.

In sweetest and most gladdening stream flow pure, O Indu.

Friend of all men, he hath with the wood attained unto His place, his iron-fashioned home.

Best granter of bliss, most liberal: Promote our wealthy princes' gifts.

Flow onward unto the banquet of the Mighty Devas.

O Indu, we draw nigh to thee, with this one object day by day.

By means of this eternal fleece.

The slender form hold him firmly on the final day.

Inviolable for Indra's drink, the fresh young Indu.

In this draught, he, the Hero, pours his wealth on us.