HYMN LXV. Mitra-Indra.

WITH hymns I call you, when the Sun hath risen, Mitra, and Indra whose thoughts are holy, whose Power Divine, supreme and everlasting, comes with good heed at each man's supplication.

For they are Devass of Devas, the friendly make, both of you, our lands exceeding fruitful.

May we obtain you, Indra and Mitra, wherever Heaven and Earth and day. May bless us.

Bonds of the sinner, they bear many nooses: the wicked mortal hardl. May escape them. Indra-Mitra. May your path of Order bear us o’er trouble as a boat o’er waters.

Come, taste our offering, Indra and Mitra: bedew our pasture wil sweet food and fatness. Pour down in plenty here upon the people the choicest of your fair celestial water.

To you this laud, O Indra and Mitra, is offered, like bright Soma juice to Soma. Favour our songs of praise, wake thought and spirit. Preserve us evermore, ye Devas, with blessings.