HYMN LXIII. Indra.

THOU art the Mighty One; when born, O Indra, with power thou terrifiedst Earth and Heaven; When, in their fear of thee, all firm-set mountains and monstrous creatures shook like dust before thee.

When thy two wandering Bays thou drawest hither, thy praiser laid within thine arms the thunder, Wherewith, O Much-invoked, in will resistless, thou smitest foemen down and many a castle.

Faithful art thou, these thou defiest, Indra; thou art the Ṛbhus' Lord, heroic, victor.

Thou, by his side, for young and glorious Kutsa, with steed and car in battle slewest Śuṣṇa,

That, as a friend, thou furtheredst, O Indra, when, Thunderer, strong in act, thou crushedst Vṛtra; When. Hero great-souled, with easy conquest didst rend the Dasyus in their distant dwelling.

This doest thou, and art not harmed, O Indra, e’en in the anger of the strongest mortal. Lay thou the race-course open for our horses: as with a club, subdue, Thunder-armed! our foemen.

Hence men invoke thee, Indra, in the tumult of battle, in the light-bestowing conflict. This aid of thine, O Godlike One, was ever to be implored in deeds of might in combat.

Warring for Purukutsa thou, O Indra, Thunder-armed! breakest down the seven castles; Easily, for Sudās, like grass didst rend them, and out of need, King, broughtest gain to Pūru.

O Indra, Deva who movest round about us, feed us with varied food plenteous as water— Food wherewithal, O Hero, thou bestowest vigour itself to flow to us forever.

Prayers have been made by Gotamas, O Indra, addressed to thee, with laud for thy Bay Horses. Bring us in noble shape abundant riches. May he, enriched with meditation, come soon and early.