BOOK XX (20)
HYMN LXX (70)
 Thou, Indra, with the Tempest Gods, the breakers down of what is firm, Foundest the kine even in the cave.
 Worshipping even as they list, singers laud him who findeth wealth, The far renowned, the mighty One.
 Then, faring on by Indra s side, the fearless, let thyself be seen,.
Both gracious and in splendour peers.
 With Indra s well beloved hosts, the blameless, tending heaven ward, The sacrificer cries aloud.
 Come from this place, O wanderer, or downward from the light of heaven! Our songs of praise all yearn for this.
 Or Indra we implore for help from here, from heaven above the earth, Or from the spacious firmament.
 Indra the singers with high praise, Indra reciters with their lauds, Indra the choirs have glorified.
 Indra hath ever close to him his two bay steeds and word yoked car, Indra the golden, Thunder armed.
 Indra hath raisedjthe Sun on high in heaven, that he may see afar: He burst the mountain for the kine.
 Help us, O Indra, in the frays, yea, frays where thousand spoils are gained, With awful aids, O awful One.
 In mighty battle we invoke, Indra, Indra in lesser fight, The friend who bends his bolt at fiends.
 Unclose, our manly Hero, thou for ever bounteous, yonder cloud, For us, thou irresistible.
 Still higher, at each strain of mine, thunder armed Indra s, praises rise: I find no laud worthy of him. [p. 321]
 Even as the bull drives on the herds, he drives the people with his might, The ruler irresistible:
 Indra who rules with single sway men, riches, and the fivefold race.
Of those who dwell upon the earth.
 For your sake from each side we call Indra away from other men: Ours, and none others may he be.
 Indra, bring wealth that gives delight, the victor s ever conquer ing wealth, Most excellent, to be our aid;
 By means of which we may repel our foes in battle hand to hand.
By thee assisted with the car.
 Aided by thee, the Thunder armed, Indra; may we lit up the bolt, And conquer all our foes in fight.
 With thee, O Indra, for ally, with missile darting heroes may We conquer our embattled foes.
HYMN LXXI (71)
 Mighty is Indra, yea, supreme; greatness becomes the Thunderer! Wide as the heaven extends his power;
 Which aideth those to win them sons who come as heroes to the fight, Or singers loving holy thoughts.
 His belly drinking deepest draughts of Soma like an ocean swells, Like wide streams from the cope of heaven.
 Come, Indra, and delight thee with the juice at all the Soma feasts, Protector, mighty in thy strength.
 To Indra pour ye forth the juice, the active gladdening juice, to him The gladdening omnific God.
 O Lord of all men, fair of cheek, rejoice thee in the gladdening buds, Present at these drink offerings.
 Songs have outpoured themselves to thee, Indra, the strong, the guardian Lord.
And raised themselves unsatisfied.
 Send to us bounty manifold, O Indra, worthy of our wish, For power supreme is only thine.
 O Indra, stimulate thereto us emulously fain for wealth.
And glorious, O most splendid One.
 Give, Indra, wide and lofty fame, wealthy in cattle and in strength, Lasting our life time, failing not.
 Grant us high fame, O Indra, grant riches bestowing thousands, those Fair fruits of earth borne home in wains.
 Praising with songs the praise worthy who cometh to our aid, we call Indra, the Treasure Lord of wealth.
 To lofty Indra, dweller by each libation, the pious man Sings forth aloud a strengthening hymn.
HYMN LXXII (72)
 In all libations men with hero spirit urge thee, Universal, One, each seeking several light, each fain to win the light apart.
Thee, furthering like a ship, will we set to the chariot pole of strength, As men who win with sacrifices Indra s thought, men who win Indra with their lauds.
 Couples desirous of thine aid are storming thee, pouring their presents forth to win a stall of kine, pouring gifts, Indra, seeking thee.
When two men seeking spoil or heaven thou bringest face to face in war, Thou showest Indra, then the bolt thy constant friend, the bull that ever waits on thee,
 Also this morn may he be well inclined to us, mark at our call our offerings and our song of praise, our call that we may win the light.
As thou, O Indra Thunder armed, wilt, as the Strong One, slay the foe, Listen, thou to the prayer of me a later sage, hear thou a later sage s prayer.
HYMN LXXIII (73)
 All these libations are for thee, O Hero: to thee I offer these my prayers that strengthen.
Ever, in every place, must men invoke thee. [p. 324]
 Never do men attain, O Wonder worker, thy greatness, Mighty One who must be lauded, Nor, Indra, thine heroic power and bounty.
 Bring to the Wise, the Great who waxeth mighty your offerings and make ready your devotion: To many clans he goeth, man s Controller.
 When, with the Princes, Maghavan, famed of old, comes nigh the thunderbolt of gold and the Controller s car Which his two tawny coursers draw, then Indra is the Sovran Lord of power whose fame spreads far and wide.
 With him too is this rain of his that comes like herds: Indra throws drops of moisture on his yellow beard.
When the sweet juice is shed he seeks the pleasant place, and stirs the worshipper as the wind disturbs the wood.
 We laud and praise his several deeds of valour who, fatherlike,.
with power hath made us stronger; Who with his voice slew many thousand wicked ones who spake in varied manner with contemptuous cries.
HYMN LXXIV (74)
 O Soma drinker, ever true, utterly hopeless though we be, Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine, In thousands, O most wealthy One.
 O Lord of strength, whose jaws are strong, great deeds are thine, the powerful: Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine, In thousands, O most wealthy One.
 Lull thou asleep, to wake no more, the pair who on each other look: Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine, In thousands, O most wealthy One. [p. 325]
 Hero, let hostile spirits sleep, and every gentler Genius wake: Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine, In thousands, O most wealthy One.
 Destroy this ass, O Indra, who in tones discordant brays to thee: Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine, In thousands, O most wealthy One.
 Far distant on the forest fall the tempest in a circling course; Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine, In thousands, O most wealthy One.
 Slay each reviler and destroy him who in secret injures us: Do thou, O Indra, give us thope of beauteous horses and of kine, In thousands, O most wealthy One.
HYMN LXXV (75)
 Couples desirous of thine aid are storming thee, pouring their presents forth to win a stall of king pouring gifts, Indra, seeking thee.
When two men seeking spoil or heaven thou bringest face to face in war, Thou showest, Indra, then the bolt, thy constant friend, the bull that ever waits on thee.
 This thine heroic power full well the people knew, wherewith thou brakest down, Indra, autumnal forts, brakest them down with conquering might. [p. 326] Thou hast chastised.
O Indra, Lord of strength, the man who worships not, And made thine own this great earth and these water floods, with joyous heart these water floods.
 And they have bruited far this hero might, when thou, O Strong One, in thy joy helpest thy suppliants who sought to win thee for their Friend.
Their battle cry thou madest sound victorious in the shocks of war.
One stream after another have they gained from thee, eager for glory have they gained.
HYMN LXXVI (76)
 As sits the young bird on the tree rejoicing, ye, swift pair, have been roused by clear laudation, Whose Hoter priest through many days is Indra, earth s guardian, friend of men, the best of heroes.
 May we, when this Dawn and the next dance hither, be thy best servants, most heroic Hero! Let the victorious car with triple splendour bring hitherward the hundred chiefs with Kutsa.
 What was the gladdening draught that pleased thee, Indra? Speed to our doors, our songs, for thou art mighty.
Why comest thou to me, what gift attracts thee? Fain would I bring thee food most meet to offer.
 Indra, what fame hath one like thee mid heroes? With what plan wilt thou act? Why hast thou sought us? As a true friend, Wide Strider! to sustain us, since food absorbs the thought of each among us.
 Speed happily those, as Surya ends his journey, who meet his wish as bridegrooms meet their spouses; Men who support, O Indra strong by nature, with food the many songs that tell thy praises. [p. 327]
 Thine are two measures, Indra, wide, well meted, heaven for thy majesty, earth for thy wisdom.
Here for thy choice are Somas mixed with butter: may the sweet meath be pleasant for thy drinking.
 They have poured out a bowl to him, to Indra, full of sweet juice, for faithful is his bounty.
over earth s expanse hath he grown great by wisdom, the friend of man, and by heroic exploits.
 Indra hath conquered in his wars the mighty: men strive in multitudes to win his friendship.
Ascend thy chariot as it were in battle, which thou shalt drive to us with gracious favour,
HYMN LXXVII (77)
 Impetuous, true, let Maghavan come hither, and let his tawny coursers speed to reach us.
For him have we pressed juice exceeding potent: here, praised with song, let him effect his visit.
 Unyoke, as at thy journey s end, O Hero, to gladden thee to day at this libation.
Like Usana, the priest a laud shall utter, a hymn to thee, the Lord Divine, who markest. [p. 328]
 When the Bull quaffing praises our libation, as a sage paying holy rites in secret, Seven singers here from heaven hath he begotten, who even by day have wrought their works while singing.
 When heaven s fair light by hymns was made apparent.
(they made great splendour shine at break of morning), He with his succour, best of heroes, scattered the blinding dark ness so that men saw clearly.
 Indra, impetuous One, hath waxed immensely: he with his vastness hath filled earth and heaven.
even beyond this his majesty extendeth who hath exceeded all the worlds in greatness,
 Sakra who knoweth well all human actions hath with his eager friends let loose the waters.
They with their songs cleft even the mountain open, and willingly disclosed the stall of cattle.
 He smote away the flood s obstructer Vritra: Earth conscious lent her aid to speed thy thunder.
Thou sentest forth the waters of the ocean as Lord through power and might, O daring Hero.
 When, Much invoked! the waters rock thou deftest, Sarama showed herself and went before thee.
hymned by Angirases, bursting the cowstalls, thou foundest ample strength for us as leader.
HYMN LXXVIII (78)
 Sing this, what time the juice is pressed, to him your Hero much invoked, To please him as a mighty, Bull.
 He, excellent, withholdeth not his gift of power and wealth in kine, When he hath listened to our songs.
 May he with might disclose for us the cows stall, whosesoever it be, To which the Dasyu slayer goes.
HYMN LXXIX (79)
 O Indra, give us wisdom as a sire gives wisdom to his sons.
Guide us, O Much invoked, on this our foray: may we, living, still enjoy the light.
 Grant that no mighty foes, unknown, malevolent, unhallowed, tread us to the ground.
With thine assistance, Hero! may we pass through all the waters that are rushing down.