BOOK XX (20)
HYMN C (100)
 Now have we, Indra, Friend of Song, sent our great wishes forth to thee.
Coming like floods that follow floods.
 As rivers swell the ocean, so, Hero, our prayers increase thy might, Though of thyself, O Thunderer, waxing day by day.
 With holy song they bind to the broad wide yoked car the bay steeds of the rapid God, Bearers of India, yoked by prayer.
HYMN CI (101)
 Agni we choose, the messenger, the herald, master of all wealth,.
Well skilled in this our sacrifice.
 With calls they ever invocate Agni, Agni, Lord of the House, Oblation bearer, much beloved.
 Bring the Gods hither, Agni, born for him who strews the sacred grass.
Thou art our herald, meet for praise.
HYMN CII (102)
 Meet to be lauded and adored, showing in beauty through the= dark, [p. 348] Agni the Bull is kindled well,
 Agni is kindled as a Bull, like a horse bearer of the Gods; Men with oblations worship him.
 Thee will we kindle as a Bull, we who are bulls ourselves, O Bull, Thee, Agni, shining mightily.
HYMN CIII (103)
 Solicit with your hymns, for aid, Agni the God with piercing flame, For riches famous Agni, Purumilha and ye men, Agni to light our dwelling well.
 Agni, come hither with thy fires: we choose thee as our Hotar priest.
Let the extended ladle full of oil balm thee, best priest, to sit on sacred grass.
 For unto thee, O Angiras, O Son of Strength, move ladles in the sacrifice, To Agni, Child of Force, whose locks drop oil, we seek, fore most in sacrificial rites.
HYMN CIV (104)
 May these my songs of praise exalt thee, Lord who hast abun dant wealth.
Men skilled in holy hymns, bright with the hues of fire, have sung them with their lauds to thee.
 He with his might enhanced by Rishis thousand fold, hath like an ocean spread himself. [p. 349] His majesty is praised as true at solemn rites, his power where holy singers rule
 May Indra, who in every fight must be invoked, be near to us.
May the most mighty Vritra slayer, meet for praise, come to libations and to hymns.
 Thou art the best of all in sending bounteous gifts, true art thou,.
lordly in thine act.
We claim alliance with the very Glorious One, yea, with the mighty Son of Strength.
HYMN CV (105)
 Thou in the battles, Indra, art subduer of all hostile bands.
Father art thou, all conquering, cancelling the curse, thou victor of the vanquisher.
 The earth, and heaven cling close to thy victorious might, as sire and mother to their child.
When thou attackest Vritra all the hostile bands shrink and faint, Indra at thy wrath.
 Bring to your aid the Eternal One, who shoots and none may shoot at him, Inciter, swift, victorious, best of charioteers, Tugrya s unvan quished strengthener;
HYMN CVI (106)
 That lofty energy of thine, thy strength and thine intelligence, Thy thunderbolt for which we long, our wish makes keen.
 O Indra, heaven and earth augment thy manly power and thy renown, The waters and the mountains stir and urge thee on. [p. 350]
 Vishnu, the lofty Ruling Power, Varuna, Mitra sing thy praise: In thee the Maruts company hath great delight.
HYMN CVII (107)
 Before his hot displeasure all the peoples, all the men bow down, As rivers bend them to the sea.
 This power of his shone brightly forth when Indra brought to gether like A skin the worlds of earth and heaven.
 The fiercely moving Vritra s head he severed with his thunder bolt, His hundred knotted thunderbolt.
 In all the worlds That was the best and highest whence sprang the mighty God, of splendid valour.
As soon as born he overcomes his foemen, he in whom all who lend him aid are joyful.
 Grown mighty in his strength, with ample vigour, he as a foe strikes fear into the Dasa, Eager to win the breathing and the breathless.
All sang thy praise at banquet and oblation.
 All concentrate on thee their mental vigour, what time these, twice or thrice, are thine assistants.
Blend what is sweeter than the sweet with sweetness: win quickly with our meath that meath in battle.
 Therefore in thee too, thou who winnest riches, at every banquet are the sages joyful With mighter power, bold God, extend thy firmness: let not malignant Yatudhanas harm thee.
 Proudly we put our trust in thee in battles, when we behold great wealth the prize of combat.
I with my words impel thy weapons onward, and sharpen with my prayer thy vital vigour.
 Worthy of praises many shaped, most skilful, most energetic, Aptya of the Aptyas: [p. 351] He with his might destroys the seven Danus, subduing many who were deemed his equals.
 Thou in that house which thy protection guardedh bestowest wealth, the higher and the lower.
Thou stablishest the two much wandering Mothers, and bringest many deeds to their completion.
 Brihaddiva, the foremost of light winners, repeasts these holy prayers, this strength to Indra.
He rules the great self luminous fold of cattle, and all the doors of light hath he thrown open.
 Thou hath Brihaddiva the great Atharvan, spoken to Indra as himself in person.
The Matarisvaris, the spotless sisters, with power exalt him and impel him onward.
 Bright, Presence of the Gods, the luminous herald, Siirya hath mounted the celestial regions.
Day s maker, he hath shone away the darkness, and radiant passed over places hard to traverse.
 The brilliant Presence of the Gods hath risen, the eye of Mitra, Varuna, and Agni.
The soul of all that moveth not or moveth, Surya hath filled the earth and air and heaven.
 Even as a lover followeth a maiden, so doth the Sun the Dawn, refulgent Goddess: Where pious men extend their generations before the Gracious One for happy fortune.
HYMN CVIII (108)
 O Indra, bring great strength to us, bring valour, Satakratu, thou most active, bring.
A hero conquering in war.
 For, gracious Satakratu, thou hast ever been a mother and a sire to us, So now for bliss we pray to thee.
 To thee, Strong, Much invoked who showest forth thy strength, O Satakratu, do I speak: So grant thou us heroic might.
HYMN CIX (109)
 The juice of Soma thus diffused, sweet to the taste, the bright Cows drink Who for the sake of splendour close to mighty Indra s side rejoice, good in their own supremacy.
 Craving his touch the dappled Kine mingle the Soma with their milk. [p. 353] The milch kine dear to Indra send forth his death dealing thun derbolt, good in their own supremacy.
 With veneration, passing wise, honouring his victorious might, They follow close his many laws to win them due preeminence, good in their own supremacy.