HYMN LXXVI. Indra

AGNI, the bright face of the Dawns, is shining; the singers' pious voices have ascended.

Borne on your chariot, Indra, turn you hither and come unto our full and rich libation.

Most frequent guests, they scorn not what is ready: even now the lauded Indra are beside us. With promptest aid they come at morn and evening, the worshipper's most blessed guards from trouble.

Yea, come at milking-time, at early morning, at noon of day and when the Sun is setting, by day, by night, with favour most auspicious. Not only now the draught hath drawn the Indra.

For this place, Indra, was of old your dwelling, these were your houses, this your habitation. Come to us from high Heaven and from the mountain. Come from the waters bringing food and vigour.

May we obtain the Indra' newest favour, and gain their health-bestowing happy guidance. Bring riches hither unto us, and heroes, and all felicity and joy, Immortals!