HYMN LXII. Indra.

YOUR well-known prompt activities aforetime needed no impulse from your faithful servant.

Where, Indra, is now that glory wherewith ye brought support to those who loved you?

This man, most diligent, seeking after riches, incessantly invokes you for your favour. Accordant, Indra, with Devas, with Heaven and Earth, hear ye mine invocation.

O Indra, ours be this treasure ours be wealth, Devas, with full store of heroes. May the Varūtrīs with their shelter aid us, and Bhāratī and Hotrā with the Mornings.

Be pleased! with our oblations, thou loved of all Devas, Soma: Give wealth to him who brings thee gifts.

At offers, with your hymns worship the pure Soma— I pray for power which non. May bend—

The Bull of men, whom none deceive, the wearer of each shape at will, Soma Most Excellent.

Divine, resplendent Pūṣan, this our newest hymn of eulogy, by us is chanted forth to thee.

Accept with favour this my song, be gracious to the earnest thought, Even as a bridegroom to his bride.

May he who sees all living things, see, them together at a glance. May he. May Pūṣan be our help.

May we attain that excellent glory of Indra the Deva: So May he stimulate our meditations.

With understanding, earnestly, of Indra the Deva we crave Our portion of prosperity.

Men, singers worship Indra the Deva with hymn and holy rites, Urged by the impulse of their thoughts.

Soma who gives success goes forth, goes to the gathering place of Devas, to seat him at the seat of Law.

To us and to our cattl. May Soma give salutary food, to biped and to quadruped.

May Soma, strengthening our power of life, and conquering our foes, in our assembly take his seat.

May Mitra-Indra, sapient Pair, bedew our pasturage with oil, with meatb the regions of the air.

Far-ruling, joyful when adored, ye reign through majesty of might, with pure laws everlastingly.

Lauded by Jamadagni's song, sit in the place of holy Law: