BOOK XX (20)
HYMN XL (40)
 Mayest thou verily be seen coming by fearless Indra s side: Both joyous: equal in your sheen.
 With Indra s well beloved hosts, the blameless, hastening to heaven, The sacrificer cries aloud.
 Thereafter they, as is their wont, threw off the state of babes unborn, Assuming sacrificial name.
HYMN XLI (41)
 With bones of Dadhyach for his arms, Indra, resistless in attack, Struck nine and ninety Vritras dead,
 He, searching for the horse s head, removed among the moun tains, found At Saryanavan what he sought.
 Then verily they recognized the essential form of Tvashtar s Bull.
Here in the mansion of the Moon.
HYMN XLII (42)
 From Indra have I measured an eight footed and nine cornered.
song, [p. 302] Delicate, faithful to the Law.
 Indra, both worlds complained to thee when uttering thy fearful roar, What time thou smotest Dasyus dead.
 Arising in thy might thy jaws thou shookest, Indra, having quaffed The Soma poured into the bowls.
HYMN XLIII (43)
 Drive all our enemies away, smite down the foes who press around, And bring the wealth for which we long;
 O Indra, that which is concealed in firm strong place precipitous: Bring us the wealth for which we long:
 Great riches which the world of men shall recognize as sent by thee: Bring us the wealth for which we long,
HYMN XLIV (44)
 Praise Indra whom our songs must laud, great Sovran of man kind, the Chief Most liberal who controlleth men.
 In whom the hymns of praise delight, and all the glory giving songs, Like the flood s longing for the sea. [p. 303]
 Him I invite with eulogy, best King, effective in the fight, Strong for the gain of mighty spoil.
HYMN XLV (45)
 This is thine own.
Thou drawest near, as the dove turneth to his mate.
Thou carest too for this our prayer.
 O Hero, Lord of Bounties, praised in hymns, may power and pleasantness Be his who signs the laud to thee.
 Lord of a Hundred Powers, stand up to lend us succour in this fight: In others too let us agree.
HYMN XLVI (46)
 Him who advances men to wealth, sends light to lead them in their wars, And quells their foemen in the fray:
 May he, the saviour much invoked, may Indra bear us in a ship Safely beyond all enemies.
 As such, O Indra, honour us with wealth and treasure: further us, And lead us to felicity.
HYMN XLVII (47)
 We make this Indra show his strength, to strike the mighty Vritra dead: A vigorous Hero shall he be.
 Indra was made for giving, most powerful, friendly in carouse, Bright, meet for Soma, famed in song. [p. 304]
 By song, as it were, the mighty bolt, which none may parry, was prepared: Lofty, invincible he grew.
 They who stand round him as he moves harness the bright, the ruddy Steed: The lights are shining in the sky.
 They yoke on both sides to the car the two bay coursers dear to him, Bold, tawny, bearers of the Chief.
 Thou, making light where no light was, and form, O Men r where no form was, Wast born together with the Dawns,
 His bright rays bear him up aloft, the God who knoweth all that= is, Surya, that every one may see.
 The constellations pass away, like thieves, together with their beams, Before the all beholding Sun.
 His herald rays are seen afar refulgent over the world of men, Like fiery flames that burn and blaze.
 Swift and all beautiful art thou, O Surya, maker of the light.
Illuming all the radiant realm.
 Thou guest to the troops of Gods, thou comest hither to man kind, Hither, all light for us to see.
 Thou with that eye of thine wherewith thou seest, brilliant.
Varuna, The active one throughout mankind.
 Pervadest heaven and wide mid air, melting the days out with.
thy beams, Sun, seeing all things that have birth.
 Seven bay steeds, harnessed to thy car, bear thee, O.
thou far seeing One, God, Surya, thee with radiant hair.
 Surya hath yoked the seven bright mares, the daughters of the car: With these, His own dear team, he travelleth.
HYMN XLVIII (48)
 The swiftly moving songs of praise pour on thee streams of vital strength As mother cows refresh the calf.
 Swift move the bright ones while they blend the Milk with vital vigour, as A dame her infant with her heart.
 Fair hymns bring glory to the Strong, and Indra vigour; unto, me Fatness and milk and length of days.
 This brindled Bull hath come and sat before the Mother in the east, Advancing to the Father Heaven.
 As expiration from breath she moves along the lucid spheres: The Bull shines forth through all the sky.
 Song is bestowed upon the Bird.
It reigns supreme throughout thirty realms Throughout the days at break of morn.
HYMN XLIX (49)
 When voices, fain to win mid air, ascended to the Mighty One, The vigorous God was filled with joy.
 Praise with the voice the Mighty, praise the awful with the voice: in heaven He, the most bounteous, hath been glad.
 Praise with the voice the Mighty: he rules in each realm.
In transport he Hath set upon the sacred grass.
 As cows low to their calf in stalls, so with our songs we glorify This Indra, even your wondrous God who checks attack, who joys in the delightful juice.
 Celestial, bounteous Giver, God, with power and might, rich, mountain like, in precious things.
Him soon we see for foodful booty rich in kine, brought hundredfold and thousandfold.
 I crave of thee that hero strength that thou mayst first regard this prayer Wherewith thou helpest Bhrigu and the Yatis and Praskanva when the prize was staked.
 Wherewith thou sentest mighty waters to the sea Indra, that manly strength of thine.
For ever unattainable is this power of him to whom the worlds have cried aloud.