HYMN II. Indu.

Indu, flow on, inviting Devas, speed to the purifying cloth: Pass into Indra, as a Bull.

As mighty food speed hitherward, indu, as a most splendid Steer: Sit in thy place as one with strength.

The well-loved was made to flow, the stream of the creative juice drew waters to himself.

The mighty waters, yea, the floods accompany thee Mighty One.

The lake is brightened in the floods. Heaven's prop and stay, Falls on the purifying cloth.

The tawny Bull hath bellowed, He shines together with the Sun.

Songs, indu, active in their might are beautified for thee, where thou deckest thee for our delight.

To thee who givest ample room we meditate. Great are the praises due to thee.

Indu as, Indra's Friend, on us pour with a stream of sweetness, like Parjanya sender of the rain.

Winner of kine, indu, art thou, winner of heroes, steeds, and strength Primeval Soul of Offerings.