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    "text": "## Book 8\n\n\nRIG VEDA BOOK EIGHT\n\nSanskrit \nRig Veda Index \nHinduism Index \npublic-domain archive Index \nPrevious \nNext \n\n### RIG VEDA - BOOK THE EIGHTH\n\n#### HYMN I. Indra.\n\n1. GLORIFY naught besides, O friends; so shall no sorrow trouble you.\n\nPraise only mighty Indra when the juice is shed, and say your lauds repeatedly:\n\n2 Even him, eternal, like a bull who rushes down, men's Conqueror, bounteous like a cow;\n\nHim who is cause of both, of enmity and peace, to both sides most munificent.\n\n3 Although these men in sundry ways invoke thee to obtain thine aid,\n\nBe this our prayer, addressed, O Indra, unto thee, thine exaltation every day.\n\n4 Those skilled in song, O Maghavan among these men o'ercome with might the foeman's songs.\n\nCome hither, bring us strength in many a varied form most near that it may succour us.\n\n5 O Caster of the Stone, I would not sell thee for a mighty price,\n\nNot for a thousand, Thunderer! nor ten thousand, nor a hundred, Lord of countless wealth!\n\n6 O Indra, thou art more to me than sire or niggard brother is.\n\nThou and my mother, O Good Lord, appear alike, to give me wealth abundantly.\n\n7 Where art thou? Whither art thou gone? For many a place attracts thy mind.\n\nHaste, Warrior, Fort-destroyer, Lord of battle's din, haste, holy songs have sounded forth.\n\n8 Sing out the psalm to him who breaks down castles for his faithful friend,\n\nVerses to bring the Thunderer to destroy the forts and sit on Kanva's sacred grass.\n\n9 The Horses which are thine in tens, in hundreds, yea, in thousands thine,\n\nEven those vigorous Steeds, fleet-footed in the course, with those come quickly near to us.\n\n10 This day I call Sabardugiha who animates the holy song,\n\nIndra the richly-yielding Milch-cow who provides unfailing food in ample stream.\n\n11 When Sura wounded Etasa, with Vata's rolling winged car.\n\nIndra bore Kutsa Arjuneya off, and mocked Gandharva. the unconquered One.\n\n12 He without ligature, before making incision in the neck,\n\nClosed up the wound again, most wealthy Maghavan, who maketh whole the injured part.\n\n13 May we be never cast aside, and strangers, as it were, to thee.\n\nWe, Thunder-wielding Indra, count ourselves as trees rejected and unfit to burn.\n\n14 O Vrtra-slayer, we were thought slow and unready for the fray.\n\nYet once in thy great bounty may we have delight, O Hero, after praising thee.\n\n15 If he will listen to my laud, then may out Soma-drops that flow\n\nRapidly through the strainer gladden Indra, drops due to the Tugryas' Strengthener.\n\n16 Come now unto the common laud of thee and of thy faithful friend.\n\nSo may our wealthy nobles' praise give joy to thee. Fain would I sing thine eulogy.\n\n17 Press out the Soma with the stones, and in the waters wash it clean.\n\nThe men investing it with raiment made of milk shall milk it forth from out the stems.\n\n18 Whether thou come from earth or from the lustre of the lofty heaven,\n\nWax stronger in thy body through my song of praise: fill full all creatures, O most Wise.\n\n19 For India press the Soma out, most gladdening and most excellent.\n\nMay Sakra make it swell sent forth with every prayer and asking, as it were, for strength.\n\n20 Let me not, still beseeching thee with earnest song at Soma rites,\n\nAnger thee like soma wild beast. Who would not beseech him who hath power to grant his prayer?\n\n21 The draught made swift with rapturous joy, effectual with its mighty strength,\n\nAll-conquering, distilling transport, let him drink: for he in ecstasy gives us gifts.\n\n22 Where bliss is not, may he, All-praised, God whom the pious glorify,\n\nBestow great wealth upon the mortal worshipper who sheds the juice and praises him.\n\n23 Come, Indra, and rejoice thyself, O God, in manifold affluence.\n\nThou fillest like a lake thy vast capacious bulk with Soma and with draughts besides.\n\n24 A thousand and a hundred Steeds are harnessed to thy golden car.\n\nSo may the long-mancd Bays, yoked by devotion, bring Indra to drink the Soma juice.\n\n25 Yoked to thy chariot wrought of gold, may thy two Bays with peacock tails,\n\nConvey thee hither, Steeds with their white backs, to quaff sweet juice that makes us eloquent.\n\n26 So drink, thou Lover of the Song, as the first drinker, of this juice.\n\nThis the outpouring of the savoury sap prepared is good and meet to gladden thee.\n\n27 He who alone by wondrous deed is Mighty, Strong by holy works,\n\nMay he come, fair of cheek; may he not stay afar, but come and turn not from our call.\n\n28 Susna's quick moving castle thou hast crushed to pieces with thy bolts.\n\nThou, Indra, from of old, hast followed after light, since we have had thee to invoke.\n\n29 My praises when the Sun hath risen, my praises at the time of noon,\n\nMy praises at the coming of the gloom of night, O Vasu, have gone forth to thee.\n\n30 Praise yea, praise him. Of princes these are the most liberal of their gifts,\n\nThese, Paramajya, Ninditasva, Prapathi, most bounteous, O Medhyatithi.\n\n31 When to the car, by faith, I yoked the horses longing for the way-\n\nFor skilled is Yadu's son in dealing precious wealth, he who is rich in herds of kine.\n\n32 May he who gave me two brown steeds together with their cloths of gold,\n\nMay he, Asanga's son Svanadratha, obtain all joy and high felicities.\n\n33 Playoga's son Asanga, by ten thousand, O Agni, hath surpassed the rest in giving.\n\nFor me ten bright-hued oxen have come forward like lotus-stalks from out a lake upstanding.\n\n34 What time her husband's perfect restoration to his lost strength and manhood was apparent,\n\nHis consort Sasvati with joy addressed him, Now art thou well, my lord, and shalt be happy.\n\n#### HYMN II. Indra.\n\n1. HERE is the Soma juice expressed; O Vasu, drink till thou art full:\n\nUndaunted God, we give it thee.\n\n2 Washed by the men, pressed out with stones, strained through the filter made of wool,\n\n'Tis like a courser bathed in stream.\n\n3 This juice have we made sweet for thee like barley, blending it with milk.\n\nIndra, I call thee to our feast.\n\n4 Beloved of all, Indra alone drinks up the flowing Soma juice\n\nAmong the Gods andmortal men.\n\n5 The Friend, whom not the brilliant-hued, the badly-mixt or bitter draught,\n\nRepels, the far-extending God;\n\n6 While other men than we with milk chase him as hunters chase a deer,\n\nAnd with their kine inveigle him.\n\n7 For him, for Indra, for the God, be pressed three draughts of Soma juice\n\nIn the juice-drinker's own abode.\n\n8 Three reservoirs exude their drops, filled are three beakers to the brim,\n\nAll for one offering to the God.\n\n9 Pure art thou, set in many a place, and blended in the midst with milk\n\nAnd curd, to cheer the Hero best.\n\n10 Here, Indra, are thy Soma-draughts pressed out by us, the strong, the pure:\n\nThey crave admixture of the milk.\n\n11 O Indra, pour in milk, prepare the cake, and mix the Soma-draught.\n\nI hear them say that thou art rich.\n\n12 Quaffed juices fight within the breast. The drunken praise not by their wine,\n\nThe naked praise not when it rains.\n\n13 Rich be the praiser of one rich, munificent and famed like thee:\n\nHigh rank be his, O Lord of Bays.\n\n14 Foe of the man who adds no milk, he heeds not any chanted hymn\n\nOr holy psalm that may he sung.\n\n15 Give us not, Indra, as a prey unto the scornful or the proud:\n\nHelp, Mighty One, with power and might.\n\n16 This, even this, O Indra, we implore. as thy devoted friends,\n\nThe Kanvas praise thee with their hymns.\n\n17 Naught else, O Thunderer, have I praised in the skilled singer's eulogy:\n\nOn thy land only have I thought.\n\n18 The Gods seek him who presses out the Soma; they desire not sleep\n\nThey punish sloth unweariedly.\n\n19 Come hither swift with gifts of wealth - be not thou angry with us-like\n\nA great man with a youthful bride.\n\n20 Let him not, wrathful with us, spend the evening far from us to-day,\n\nLike some unpleasant son-in-law.\n\n21 For well we know this Hero's love, most liberal of the boons he gives,\n\nHis plans whom the three worlds display.\n\n22 Pour forth the gift which Kanvas bring, for none more glorious do we know\n\nThan the Strong Lord with countless aids.\n\n23 O presser, offer Soma first to Indra, Hero, Sakra, him\n\nThe Friend of man, that he may drink;\n\n24 Who, in untroubled ways, is best provider, for his worshippers.\n\nOf strength in horses and in kine.\n\n25 Pressers, for him blend Soma juice, each draught most excellent, for him\n\nThe Brave, the Hero, for his joy.\n\n26 The Vrtra-slayer drinks the juice. May he who gives a hundred aids\n\nApproach, nor stay afar from us.\n\n27 May the strong Bay Steeds, yoked by prayer, bring hither unto us our Friend,\n\nLover of Song, renowned by songs.\n\n28 Sweet are the Soma juices, come! Blent are the Soma juices, come!\n\nRsi-like, mighty, fair of cheek, come hither quickly to the feast.\n\n29 And lauds which strengthen thee for great bounty and valour, and exalt\n\nIndra who doeth glorious deeds,\n\n30 And songs to thee who lovest song, and all those hymns addressed to thee-\n\nThese evermore confirm thy might.\n\n31 Thus he, sole doer of great deeds whose hand holds thunder, gives us strength,\n\nHe who hath never been subdued.\n\n32 Vrtra he slays with his right hand, even Indra, great with mighty power,\n\nAnd much-invoked in many a place.\n\n33 He upon whom all men depend, all regions, all achievements, he\n\nTakes pleasure in our wealthy chiefs.\n\n34 All this hath he accomplished, yea, Indra, most gloriously renowned,\n\nWho gives our wealthy princes strength.\n\n35 Who drives his chariot seeking spoil, from afar, to him he loves:\n\nFor swift is he to bring men wealth.\n\n36 The Sage who, winning spoil with steeds, slays Vrtra, Hero with the men,\n\nHis servant's faithful succourer.\n\n37 O Priyamedhas, worship with collected mind this Indra whom\n\nThe Soma hath full well inspired.\n\n38 Ye Kanvas, sing the Mighty One, Lord of the Brave, who loves renown,\n\nAll-present, glorified by song.\n\n39 Strong Friend, who, with no trace of feet, restores the cattle to the men,\n\nWho rest their wish and hope on him.\n\n40 Shaped as a Ram, Stone-hurler I once thou camest hither to the son\n\nOf Kanva, wise Medhyatithi.\n\n41 Vibhindu, thou hast helped this man, giving him thousands four times ten,\n\nAnd afterward eight thousand more.\n\n42 And these twain pouring streams of milk, creative, daughters of delight,\n\nFor wedlock sake I glorify.\n\n#### HYMN III. Indra.\n\n1. DRINK, Indra, of the savoury juice, and cheer thee with our milky draught.\n\nBe, for our weal, our Friend and sharer of the feast, and let thy wisdom guard us well.\n\n2 In thy kind grace and favour may we still be strong: expose us not to foe's attack.\n\nWith manifold assistance guard and succour us, and bring us to felicity.\n\n3 May these my songs of praise exalt thee, Lord, who hast abundant wealth.\n\nMen skilled in holy hymns, pure, with the hues of fire, have sung them with their lauds to thee.\n\n4 He, with his might enhanced by Rsis thousandfold, hath like an ocean spread himself.\n\nHis majesty is praised as true at solemn rites, his power where holy singers rule.\n\n5 Indra for worship of the Gods, Indra while sacrifice proceeds,\n\nIndra, as worshippers in battle-shock, we call, Indra that we may win the spoil.\n\n6 With might hath Indra spread out heaven and earth, with power hath Indra lighted up the Sun.\n\nIn Indra are all creatures closely held; in him meet the distilling Soma-drops.\n\n7 Men with their lauds are urging thee, Indra, to drink the Soma first.\n\nThe Rbhus in accord have lifted up their voice, and Rudras sung thee as the first.\n\n8 Indra increased his manly strength at sacrifice, in the wild rapture of this juice.\n\nAnd living men to-day, even as of old, sing forth their praises to his majesty.\n\n9 I crave of thee that hero strength, that thou mayst first regard this prayer,\n\nWherewith thou holpest Bhrgu and the Yatis and Praskanva when the prize was staked.\n\n10 Wherewith thou sentest mighty waters to the sea, that, Indra, is thy manly strength.\n\nFor ever unattainable is this power of him to whom the worlds have cried aloud.\n\n11 Help us, O Indra, when we pray to thee for wealth and hero might.\n\nFirst help thou on to strength the man who strives to win, and aid our laud, O Ancient One.\n\n12 Help for us, Indra, as thou holpest Paura once, this man's devotions bent on gain.\n\nHelp, as thou gavest Rugama and Syavaka and Svarnara and Krpa aid.\n\n13 What newest of imploring prayers shall, then, the zealous mortal sing?\n\nFor have not they who laud his might, and Indra-power won for themselves the light of heaven?\n\n14 When shall they keep the Law and praise thee mid the Gods? Who counts as Rsi and as sage?\n\nWhen ever wilt thou, Indra Maghavan, come nigh to presser's or to praiser's call?\n\n15 These songs of ours exceeding sweet, these hymns of praise ascend to thee,\n\nLike ever-conquering chariots that display their strength, gain wealth, and give unfailing aid.\n\n16 The Bhrgus are like Suns, like Kanvas, and have gained all that their thoughts were bent upon.\n\nThe living men of Priyamedha's race have sung exalting Indra with their lauds.\n\n17 Best slayer of the Vrtras, yoke thy Bay Steeds, Indra, from afar.\n\nCome with the High Ones hither, Maghavan, to us, Mighty, to drink the Soma juice.\n\n18 For these, the bards and singers, have cried out to thee with prayer, to gain the sacrifice.\n\nAs such, O Maghavan, Indra, who lovest song, even as a lover bear my call.\n\n19 Thou from the lofty plains above, O Indra, hurledst Vrtra down.\n\nThou dravest forth the kine of guileful Mrgaya and Arbuda from the mountain's hold.\n\n20 Bright were the flaming fires, the Sun gave forth his shine, and Soma, Indra's juice, shone clear.\n\nIndra, thou blewest the great Dragon from the air -. men must regard that valorous deed.\n\n21 The fairest courser of them all, who runneth on as 'twere to heaven.\n\nWhich Indra and the Maruts gave, and Pakasthaman Kaurayan.\n\n22 To me hath Pakasthaman given, a ruddy horse,good at the pole,\n\nFilling is girth and rousing wealth;\n\n23 Compared with whom no other ten strong coursers, harnessed to the pole,\n\nBear Tugrya to his dwelling place.\n\n24 Raiment is body, food is life, and healing ointment giveth strength.\n\nAs the free-handed giver of the ruddy steed, I have named Pakasthaman fourth.\n\n#### HYMN IV. Indra.\n\n1. THOUGH, Indra, thou art called by men eastward and westward, north and south,\n\nThou chiefly art with Anava and Turvasa, brave Champion I urged by men to Come.\n\n2 Or, Indra, when with Ruma, Rusama, Syavaka, and Krpa thou rejoicest thee,\n\nStill do the Kanvas, bringing praises, with their prayers, O Indra, draw thee hither: come.\n\n3 Even as the wild-bull, when he thirsts, goes to the desert's watery pool,\n\nCome hither quickly both at morning and at eve, and with the Kanvas drink thy fill.\n\n4 May the drops gladden thee, rich Indra, and obtain bounty for him who pours the juice.\n\nSoma pressed in the mortar didst thou take and drink, and hence hast won surpassing might.\n\n5 With mightier strength he conquered strength, with energy he crushed their wrath.\n\nO Indra, Strong in youth, all those who sought the fray bent and bowed down to thee like trees.\n\n6 He who wins promise of thine aid goes girt as with a thousand mighty men of war.\n\nHe makes his son preeminent in hero might - he serves with reverential prayer.\n\n7 With thee, the Mighty, for our Friend, we will riot fear or feel fatigue.\n\nMay we see Turvasa and Yadu: thy great deed, O Hero, must be glorified.\n\n8 On his left hip the Hero hath reclined himself: the proffered feast offends him not.\n\nThe milk is blended with the honey of the bee: quickly come hither, baste, and drink.\n\n9 Indra, thy friend is fair of form and rich in horses, cars, and kine.\n\nHe evermore hath food accompanied by wealth, and radiant joins the company.\n\n10 Come like a thirsty antelope to the drinking-place: drink Soma to thy heart's desire.\n\nRaining it down, O Maghavan, day after day, thou gainest thy surpassing might.\n\n11 Priest, let the Soma juice flow forth, for Indra longs to drink thereof.\n\nHe even now hath yoked his vigorous Bay Steeds: the Vrtra-slayer hath come near.\n\n12 The man with whom thou fillcst thee with Soma deems himself a pious worshipper.\n\nThis thine appropriate food is here poured out for thee: come, hasten forward. drink of it,\n\n13 Press out the Soma juice, ye priests, for Indra borne upon his car.\n\nThe pressing-stones speak loud of Indra, while they shed the juice which, offered, honours him.\n\n14 To the brown juice may his dear vigorous Bay Steeds bring Indra, to our holy task.\n\nHither let thy Car-steeds who seek the sacrifice bring thee to our drink-offerings.\n\n15 Pusan, the Lord of ample wealth, for firm alliance we elect.\n\nMay he with wisdom, Sakra! Looser! Much-invoked! aid us to riches and to seed.\n\n16 Sharpen us like a razor in the barber's hands: send riches thou who settest free.\n\nEasy to find with thee are treasures of the Dawn for mortal man whom thou dost speed.\n\n17 Pusan, I long to win thy love, I long to praise thee, Radiant God.\n\nExcellent Lord, 'tis strange tome, no wish have I to sing the psalm that Pajra sings.\n\n18 My kine, O Radiant God, seek pasture where they will, my during wealth, Immortal One.\n\nBe our protector, Pusan! be, most liberal Lord, propitious to our gathering strength.\n\n19 Rich was the gift Kurunga gave, a hundred steeds at morning rites.\n\nAmong the gifts of Turvasas we thought of him, the opulent, the splendid King.\n\n20 What by his morning songs Kanva, the powerful, hath, with the Priyamedhas, gained-\n\n71 The herds of sixty thousand pure and spotless kine, have I, the Rsi, driven away.\n\n21 The very trees were joyful at my coming: kine they obtained in plenty, steeds in plenty.\n\n#### HYMN V. Asvins.\n\n1. WHEN, even as she were present here, red Dawn hath shone from far away,\n\nShe spreadeth light on every side.\n\n2 Like Heroes on your will-yoked car farshining, Wonder-Workers! ye\n\nAttend, O Asvins, on the Dawn.\n\n3 By you, O Lords of ample wealth our songs of praise have been observed:\n\nAs envoy have I brought the prayer.\n\n4 Kanvas must praise the Asvins dear to many, making many glad,\n\nMost rich, that they may succour us.\n\n5 Most liberal, best at winning strength, inciters, Lords of splendour who\n\nVisit the worshipper's abode.\n\n6 So for devout Sudeva dew with fatness his unfailing mead,\n\nAnd make it rich for sacrifice.\n\n7 Hitherward running speedily with horses, as with rapid hawks,\n\nCome, Asvins, to our song of praise\n\n8 Wherewith the three wide distances, and all the lights that are in heaven.\n\nYe traverse, and three times of night.\n\n9 O Finders of the Day, that we may win us food of kine and wealth,\n\nOpen the paths for us to tread.\n\n10 O Asvins, bring us wealth in kine, in noble heroes, and in cars:\n\nBring us the strength that horses give.\n\n11 Ye Lords of splendour, glorified, ye Wonder-Workers borne on paths\n\nOf gold, drink sweets with Somajuice.\n\n12 To us, ye Lords of ample wealth, and to our wealth chiefs extend\n\nWide shelter, ne'er to be assailed.\n\n13 Come quickly downward to the prayer of people whom ye favour most:\n\nApproach not unto other folk.\n\n14 Ye Asvins whom our minds perceive, drink of this lovely gladdening draught,\n\nThe mcath which we present to you.\n\n15 Bring riches hither unto us in hundreds and in thousands, source\n\nOf plenteous food, sustaining all.\n\n16 Verily sages call on you, ye Heroes, in full many a place.\n\nMoved by the priests, O Asvins, conic.\n\n17 Men who have trimmed the sacred grass, bringing oblations and prepared,\n\nO Asvins, are invoking you.\n\n18 May this our hymn of praise to-day, most powerful to bring you, be,\n\nO Asvins, nearest to your hearts.\n\n19 The skin filled full of savoury meath, laid in the pathway of your car-\n\nO Asvins, drink ye both therefrom.\n\n20 For this, ye Lords of ample wealth, bring blessing for our herd, our kine,\n\nOur progeny, and plenteous food.\n\n21 Ye too unclose to us like doors the strengthening waters of the sky,\n\nAnd rivers, ye who find the day.\n\n22 When did the son of' Tugra serve you, Men? Abandoned in the sea,\n\nThat with winged steeds your car might fly.\n\n23 Ye, O Nasatyas, ministered to Kanva with repeated aid,\n\nWhen cast into the heated pit.\n\n24 Come near with those most recent aids of yours which merit eulogy,\n\nWhen I invoke you, Wealthy Gods.\n\n25 As ye protected Kanva erst, Priyamedha and Upastuta,\n\nAtri, Sinjara, Asvins Twain\n\n26 And Amsu in decisive fight, Agastya in the fray for kine.\n\nAnd, in his battles, Sobhari.\n\n27 For so much bliss, or even more, O Asvins, Wealthy Gods, than this,\n\nWe pray white singing hymns to you.\n\n28 Ascend your car with golden seat, O Asvins, and with reins of gold,\n\nThat reaches even to the sky.\n\n29 Golden is its supporting shaft, the axle also is of gold,\n\nAnd both the wheels are made of gold.\n\n30 Thereon, ye Lords of ample wealth, come to us even from afar,\n\nCome ye to this mine eulogy.\n\n31 From far away ye come to us, Asvins, enjoying plenteous food\n\nOf Dasas, O Immortal Ones.\n\n32 With splendour, riches, and renown, O Asvins, hither come to us,\n\nNasatyas, shining brilliantly.\n\n33 May dappled horses, steeds who fly with pinions, bring you hitherward\n\nTo people skilled in sacrifice.\n\n34 The whcel delayeth not that car of yours accompanied by song,\n\nThat cometh with a store of food.\n\n35 Borne on that chariot wrought of gold, with coursers very fleet of foot,\n\nCome, O Nasatyas, swift as thought.\n\n36 O Wealthy Gods, ye taste and find the brisk and watchful wild beast good.\n\nAssociate wealth with food for us.\n\n37 As such, O Asvins, find for me my share of new-presented gifts,\n\nAs Kasu, Cedi's son, gave me a hundred head of buffaloes, and ten thousand kine.\n\n38 He who hath given me for mine own ten Kings like gold to look upon.\n\nAt Caidya's feet are all the people round about, all those who think upon the shield.\n\n39 No man, not any, goes upon the path on which the Cedis walk.\n\nNo other prince, no folk is held more liberal of gifts than they.\n\n#### HYMN VI Indra\n\n1. INDRA, great in his power and might, and like Parjanya rich in rain,\n\nIs magnified by Vatsa's lauds.\n\n2 When the priests, strengthening the Son of Holy Law, present their gifts,\n\nSingers with Order's hymn of praiser.\n\n3 Since Kanvas with their lauds have made Indra complete the sacrifice.\n\nWords are their own appropriate arms.\n\n4 Before his hot displeasure all the peoples, all the men, bow down,\n\nAs rivers bow them to the sea.\n\n5 This power of his shone brightly forth when Indra brought together, like\n\nA skin, the worlds of heaven and earth.\n\n6 The fiercely-moving Vrtra's head he severed with his thunderbolt,\n\nHis mighty hundred-knotted bolt.\n\n7 Here are-we sing them loudly forth-our thoughts among-the best of songs.\n\nEven lightnings like the blaze of fire.\n\n8 When bidden thoughts, spontaneously advancing, glow, and with the stream\n\nOf sacrifice the Kanvas shine.\n\n9 Indra, may we obtain that wealth in horses and in herds of cows,\n\nAnd prayer that may be noticed first.\n\n10 I from my Father have received deep knowledge of the Holy Law\n\nI was born like unto the Sun.\n\n11 After the lore of ancient time I make, like Kanva, beauteous songs,\n\nAnd Indra's selfgains strength thereby.\n\n12 Whatever Rsis have not praised thee, Indra, or have lauded thee,\n\nBy me exalted wax thou strong.\n\n13 When his wrath thundered, when he rent Vrtra to pieces, limb by limb,\n\nHe sent the waters to the sea.\n\n14 Against the Dasyu gusna thou, Indra, didst hurl thy during bolt:\n\nThou, Dread one, hast a hero's fame.\n\n15 Neither the heavens nor firmaments nor regions of the earth contain\n\nIndra, the Thunderer with his might.\n\n16 O Indra him who lay at length staying thy copious waters thou,\n\nIn his own footsteps, smotest down\n\n17 Thou hiddest deep in darkness itim, O Indra, who had set his grasp\n\nOn spacious heaven and earth conjoined.\n\n18 Indra, whatever Yatis and Bhrgus have offered praise to thee,\n\nListen, thou Mighty, to my call.\n\n19 Indra, these spotted cows yield thee their butter and the milky draught;\n\nAiders, thereby, of sacrifice;\n\n20 Which, teeming, have received thee as a life-germ, Indra, with their mouth,\n\nLike Surya who sustaineth all.\n\n21 O Lord of Might, with hymns of praise the Kanvas have increased thy power,\n\nThe drops poured forth have strengthened thee.\n\n22 Under thy guidance, Indra, mid thy praises, Lord of Thunder, shall\n\nThe sacrifice be soon performed.\n\n23 Indra, disclose much food for us, like a stronghold with store of kine:\n\nGive progeny and heroic strength.\n\n24 And, Indra, grant us all that wealth of fleet steeds which shone bright of old\n\nAmong the tribes of Nahusas.\n\n25 Hither thou seemest to attract heaven's fold which shines before our eyes,\n\nWhen, Indra, thou art kind to us.\n\n26 Yea, when thou puttest forth thy power, Indra, thou governest the folk.\n\nMighty, unlimited in strength.\n\n27 The tribes who bring oblations call to thee, to thee to give them help,\n\nWith drops to thee who spreadest far.\n\n28 There where the mountains downward slope, there by the meeting of the streams\n\nThe Sage was manifest with song.\n\n29 Thence, marking, from his lofty place downward he looks upon the sea,\n\nAnd thence with rapid stir he moves.\n\n30 Then, verify, they see the light refulgent of primeval seed,\n\nKindled on yonder side of heaven.\n\n31 Indra, the Kanvas all exalt thy wisdom and thy manly power,\n\nAnd, Mightiest! thine heroic strength.\n\n32 Accept this eulogy of mine, Indra, and guard me carefully:\n\nStrengthen my thought and prosper it.\n\n33 For thee, O Mighty, Thunder-armed, we singers through devotionhave\n\nFashioned the hymn that we may live.\n\n34 To Indra have the Kanvas sung, like waters speeding down a slope:\n\nThe song is fain to go to him.\n\n35 As rivers swell the ocean, so our hymns of praise make Indra strong,\n\nEternal, of resistIess wrath.\n\n36 Come with thy lovely Bay Steeds, come to us from regions far away\n\nO Indra, drink this Soma juice.\n\n37 Best slayer of Vrtras, men whose sacred grass is ready trimmed\n\nInvoke thee for the gain of spoil.\n\n38 The heavens and earth come after thee as the wheel follows Etasa:\n\nTo thee flow Sorna-drops effused.\n\n39 Rejoice, O Indra, in the light, rejoice in Saryandyan, be Glad in the sacrificer's hymn.\n\n40 Grown strong in heaven, the Thunder-armed hath bellowed, Vrtra-slayer, Bull,\n\nChief drinker of the Soma juice.\n\n41 Thou art a Rsi born of old, sole Ruler over all by might:\n\nThou, Indra, guardest well our wealth.\n\n42 May thy Bay Steeds with beauteous backs, a hundred, bring thee to the feast,\n\nBring thee to these our Soma-draughts.\n\n43 The Kanvas with their hymns of praise have magnified this ancient thought\n\nThat swells with streams of meath and oil.\n\n44 Mid mightiest Gods let mortal man choose Indra at the sacrifice,\n\nIndra, whoe'er would win, for help.\n\n45 Thy steeds, by Priyamedhas praised, shall bring thee, God whom all invoke,\n\nHither to drink the Somajuice.\n\n46 A hundred thousand have I gained from Parsu, from Tirindira,\n\nAnd presents of the Yadavas.\n\n47 Ten thousand head of kine, and steeds three times a hundred they bestowed\n\nOn Pajra for the Sama-song.\n\n48 Kakuha hath reached up to heaven, bestowing buffaloes yoked in fours,\n\nAnd matched in fame the Yadavas.\n\n#### HYMN VII. Maruts.\n\n1. O MARUTS, when the sage hath poured the Trstup forth as food for you,\n\nYe shine amid the mountain-clouds.\n\n2 When, Bright Ones, fain to show your might ye have determined on your course,\n\nThe mountain-clouds have bent them down.\n\n3 Loud roaring with the winds the Sons of Prsni have upraised themselves:\n\nThey have poured out the streaming food.\n\n4 The Maruts spread the mist abroad and make mountains rock and reel,\n\nWhen with the winds they go their way\n\n5 What time the rivers and the hills before your coming bowed them down,\n\nSo to sustain your mighty force.\n\n6 We call on you for aid by night, on you for succour in the day,\n\nOn you while sacrifice proceeds.\n\n7 These, verily, wondrous, red of hue, speed on their courses with a roar\n\nOver the ridges of the sky.\n\n8 With might they drop the loosened rein so that the Sun may run his course,\n\nAnd spread themselves with beams of light.\n\n9 Accept, ye Maruts, this my song, accept ye this mine hymn of praise,\n\nAccept, Rbhuksans, this my call.\n\n10 The dappled Cows have poured three lakes, meath for the Thunder-wielding God,\n\nFrom the great cask, the watery cloud.\n\n11 O Maruts, quickly come to us when, longing for felicity,\n\nWe call you hither from the sky.\n\n12 For, Rudras and Rbhuksans, ye, Most Bountiful, are in the house,\n\nWise when the gladdening draught is drunk.\n\n13 O Maruts, send us down from heaven riches distilling rapturous joy,\n\nWith plenteous food, sustaining all.\n\n14 When, Bright Ones, hither from the hills ye have resolved to take your way,\n\nYe revel in the drops effused.\n\n15 Man should solicit with his lauds happiness which belongs to them,\n\nSo great a band invincible.\n\n16 They who like fiery sparks with showers of rain blow through the heaven and earth,\n\nMilking the spring that never fails.\n\n17 With chariots and tumultuous roar, with tempests and with hymns of praise\n\nThe Sons of Prsni hurry forth.\n\n18 For wealth, we think of that whereby ye aided Yadu, Turvasa,\n\nAnd KanVa who obtained the spoil.\n\n19 May these our viands Bounteous Ones I that flow in streams like holy oil,\n\nWith Kanva's hymns, increase your might.\n\n20 Where, Bounteous Lords for whom the grass is trimmed, are ye rejoicing now?\n\nWhat Brahman is adoring you?\n\n21 Is it not there where ye of old, supplied with sacred grass, for lauds\n\nInspired the strong in sacrifice?\n\n22 They brought together both the worlds, the mighty waters, and the Sun,\n\nAnd, joint by joint, the thunderbolt.\n\n23 They sundered Vrtra limb from limb and split the gloomy mountain-clouds,\n\nPerforming a heroic deed.\n\n24 They reinforced the power and strength of Trita as he fought, and helped\n\nIndra in battle with the foe.\n\n25 They deck themselves for glory, bright, celestial, lightning in their hands,\n\nAnd helms of gold upon their heads.\n\n26 When eagerly ye from far away came to the cavern of the Bull,\n\nHe bellowed in his fear like Heaven.\n\n27 Borne by your golden-footed steeds, O Gods, come hither to receive\n\nThe sacrifice we offer you.\n\n28 When the red leader draws along their spotted deer yoked to the car.\n\nThe Bright Ones come, and shed the rain.\n\n29 Susoma, Saryakiavan, and Arjika full of homes, have they.\n\nThese Heroes, sought with downward car.\n\n30 When, Maruts, ye come to him, the singer who invokes you thus,\n\nWith favours to your suppliant?\n\n31 What now? where have ye still a friend since ye left Indra all alone?\n\nWho counteth on your friendship now?\n\n32 The Kanvas sing forth Agni's praise together with our Maruts' who\n\nWield thunder and wear swords of gold.\n\n33 Hither for new felicity may I attract the Impetuous Ones,\n\nThe Heroes with their wondrous strength\n\n34 Before them sink the very hills deerning themseives abysses: yea,\n\nEven the mountains bend them down.\n\n35 Steeds flying on their tortuous path through mid-air carry them, and give\n\nThe man who lauds them strength and life.\n\n36 Agni was born the first of all, like Surya lovely with his light:\n\nWith lustre these have spread abroad.\n\n#### HYMN VIII. Asvins.\n\n1. WITH all the succours that are yours, O Asvins, hither come to us:\n\nWonderful, borne on paths of gold, drink ye the meath with Soma juice.\n\n2 Come now, ye Asvins, on your car decked with a sun-bright canopy,\n\nBountiful, with your golden forms, Sages with depth of intellect.\n\n3 Come hither from the Nahusas, come, drawn by pure hymns, from mid-air.\n\nO Asvins, drink the savoury juice shed in the Kanvas' sacrifice.\n\n4 Come to us hither from the heavens, come from mid-air, well-loved by us:\n\nHere Kanva's son hath pressed for you the pleasant meath of Soma juice.\n\n5 Come, Asvins, to give car to us, to drink the Soma, Asvins, come.\n\nHail, Strengtheners of the praise-song speed onward, ye Heroes, with your thoughts.\n\n6 As, Heroes, in the olden time the Rsis called you to their aid,\n\nSo now, O Asvins, come to us, come near to this mine eulogy.\n\n7 Even from the luminous sphere of heaven come to us, ye who find the light,\n\nCarers for Vatsa, through our prayers and lauds, O yewho hearour call.\n\n8 Do others more than we adore the Asvins with their hymns of praise?\n\nThe Rsi Vatsa, Kanva's son, hath magnified you with his songs.\n\n9 The holy singer with his hymns hath called you, Asvins, hither-ward;\n\nBest Vrtra-slayers, free from stain, as such bring us felicity.\n\n10 What time, ye Lords of ample wealth, the Lady mounted on your car,\n\nThen, O ye Asvins, ye attained all wishes that your hearts desired.\n\n11 Come thence, O Asvins, on your car that hath a thousand ornaments:\n\nVatsa the sage, the sage's son, hath sung a song of sweets to you.\n\n12 Cheerers of many, rich in goods, discoverers of opulence,\n\nThe Asvins, Riders through the sky, have welcomed this my song of praise.\n\n13 O Asvins, grant us all rich gifts wherewith no man mav interfere.\n\nMake us observe the stated times: give us not over to reproach.\n\n14 Whether, Nasatyas, ye be nigh, or whether ye be far away,\n\nCome thence, O Asvins, on your car that hath a thousand ornaments.\n\n15 Vatsa the Rsi with his songs, Nasatyas, hath exalted you:\n\nGrant him rich food distilling oil, graced with a thousand ornaments.\n\n16 Bestow on him, O Asvins, food that strengthens, and that drops with oil,\n\nOn him who praises you for bliss, and, Lords of bounty, prays for wealth.\n\n17 Come to us, ye who slay the foe, Lords of rich treasure, to this hymn.\n\nO Heroes, give us high renown and these good things of earth for help.\n\n18 The Priyamedhas have invoked you with all succours that are yours,\n\nYou, Asvins, Lords of solemn rites, with calls entreating you to come.\n\n19 Come to us, Asvins, ye Who bring felicity, auspicious Ones,\n\nTo Vatsa who with prayer and hymn, lovers of song, hath honoured you.\n\n20 Aid us, O Heroes, for those hymns for which ye helped GoSarya erst,\n\nGave Vasa, Dasavraja aid, and Kanva and Medhatithi:\n\n21 And favoured Trasadasyu, ye Heroes, in spoil-deciding fray:\n\nFor these, O Asvins, graciously assist us in acquiring strength.\n\n22 O Asvins, may pure hymns of ours, and songs and praises, honour you:\n\nBest slayers everywhere of foes, as such we fondly yearn for you.\n\n23 Three places of the Asvins, erst concealed, are made apparent now.\n\nBoth Sages, with the flight of Law come hither unto those who live.\n\n#### HYMN IX. Asvins.\n\n1. To help and favour Vatsa now, O Asvins, come ye hitherward.\n\nBestow on him a dwelling spacious and secure, and keep malignities away.\n\n2 All manliness that is in heaven, with the Five Tribes, or in mid-air,\n\nBestow, ye Asvins, upon us.\n\n3 Remember Kanva first of all among the singers, Asvins, who\n\nHave thought upon your wondrous deeds.\n\n4 Asvins, for you with song of praise this hot oblation is effused,\n\nThis your sweet Soma juice, ye Lords of ample wealth, through which ye think upon the foe.\n\n5 Whatever ye have done in floods, in the tree, Wonder-Workers, and in growing plants,\n\nTherewith, O Asvins, succour me.\n\n6 What force, Nasatyas, ye exert, whatever, Gods, ye tend and heal,\n\nThis your own Vatsa gains not by his hymns alone: ye visit him who offers gifts.\n\n7 Now hath the Rsi splendidly thought out the Asvins' hymn of praise.\n\nLet the Atharvan pour the warm oblation forth, and Soma very rich in sweets.\n\n8 Ye Asvins, now ascend your car that lightly rolls upon its way.\n\nMay these my praises make you speed hitherward like a cloud of heaven.\n\n9 When, O Nasatyas, we this day make you speed hither with our hymns,\n\nOr, Asvins, with our songs of praise, remember Kanya specially.\n\n10 As erst Kaksivan and the Rsi Vyasva, as erst Dirghatamas invoked your presence,\n\nOr, in the sacrificial chambers, Vainya Prthi, so be ye mindful of us here, O Asvins.\n\n11 Come as home-guardians, saving us from foemen, guarding our living creatures and our bodies,\n\nCome to the house to give us seed and offspring,\n\n12 Whether with Indra ye be faring, Asvins, or resting in one dwelling-place with Vayu,\n\nIn concord with the Rbhus or Adityas, or standing still in Visnu's striding-places.\n\n13 When I, O Asvins, call on you to-day that I may gather strength,\n\nOr as all-conquering might in war, be that the Asvins' noblest grace.\n\n14 Now come, ye Asvins, hitherward: here are oblations set for you;\n\nThese Soma-draughts to aid Yadu and\n\nTurvasa, these offered you mid Kaniva's Sons.\n\n15 Whatever healing balm is yours, Nisatyas, near or far away,\n\nTherewith, great Sages, grant a home to Vatsa and to Vimada.\n\n16 Together with the Goddess, with the Asvins' Speech have I awoke.\n\nThou, Goddess, hast disclosed the hymn, and holy gift from mortal men.\n\n17 Awake the Asvins, Goddess Dawn! Up Mighty Lady of sweet strains!\n\nRise, straightway, priest of sacrifice! High glory to the gladdening draught!\n\n18 Thou, Dawn, approaching with thy light shinest together with the Sun,\n\nAnd to this man-protecting home the chariot ofthe Asvins comes.\n\n19 When yellow stalks give forth the juice, as cows from udders pour their milk,\n\nAnd voices sound the song of praise, the Asvins' worshippers show first.\n\n20 Forward for glory and for strength, protection that shall conquer men,\n\nAnd power and skill, most sapient Ones!\n\n21 When Asvins, worthy of our lauds, ye seat you in the father's house.\n\nWith wisdom or the bliss ye bring.\n\n#### HYMN X. Asvins.\n\n1. WHETHER ye travel far away or dwell in yonder light of heaven,\n\nOr in a mansion that is built above the sea, come thence, ye Asvins, hitherward.\n\n2 Or if for Manu.ye prepared the sacrifice, remember also Kanva's son.\n\nI call Brhaspati, Indra, Visnu, all the gods, the Asvins borne by rapid steeds.\n\n3 Those Asvins I invoke who work marvels, brought hither to receive,\n\nWith whom our friendship is most famed, and kinship passing that of Gods.\n\n4 On whom the solemn rites depend, whose worshippers rise without the Sun:\n\nThese who foreknow the holy work of sacrifice, and by their Godhead drink the sweets of Soma juice.\n\n5 Whether ye, Lords of ample wealth, now linger in the cast or west,\n\nWith Druhyu, or with Anu, Yadu, Turvaga, I call you hither; come to me.\n\n6 Lords of great riches, whether through the firmament ye fly or speed through heaven and earth,\n\nOr with your Godlike natures stand upon your cars, come thence, O Asvins, hitherward.\n\n#### HYMN XI. Agni.\n\n1. THOU Agni, God mid mortal men, art guard of sacred rites, thou art\n\nTo be adored at sacrifice.\n\n2 O Mighty Agni, thou must be glorified at our festivals,\n\nBearing our offerings to the Gods.\n\n3 O Jatavedas Agni, fight and drive our foes afar from us,\n\nThemand their godless enmities.\n\n4 Thou, Jatavedas, seekest not the worship of a hostile man,\n\nHowever nigh itbe to thee.\n\n5 We sages, mortals as we are, adore the mighty name oof thee,\n\nImmortal Jatavedas' name.\n\n6 Sages, we call the Sage to help, mortals, we call the God to aid:\n\nWe call on Agni with our songs.\n\n7 May Vatsa draw- thy mind away even from thy loftiest dwelling-place,\n\nAgni, with song that yearns for thee.\n\n8 Thou art the same in many a place: mid all the people thou art Lord.\n\nIn fray and fightt we call on thee.\n\n9 When we are seeking strength we call Agni to help us in the strife,\n\nThe giver of rich gifts in war.\n\n10 Ancient, adorablie at sacrifices, Priest from of old, meet for our praise, thou sittest.\n\nFill full and satisfy thy body, Agni, and win us happiness by offering worship.\n\n#### HYMN XII. Indra.\n\n1. JOY, Mightiest Indra, known and marked, sprung most from Soma-draughts, wherewith\n\nThou smitest down the greedy fiend, for that we long.\n\n2 Wherewith thou bolpest Adhrigu, the great Dasagva, and the God\n\nWho stirs the sunlight, and the sea, for that we long.\n\n3 Wherewith thou dravest forth like cars Sindhu and all the mighty floods\n\nTo go the way ordained by Law, for that we long.\n\n4 Accept this laud for aid, made pure like oil, thou Caster of the Stone,\n\nWhereby even in a moment thou hast waxen great.\n\n5 Be pleased, Song-lover, with this song it flows abundant like the sea.\n\nIndra, with all thy succours thou hast waxen great.\n\n6 The God who from afar hath sent gifts to maintain our friendship's bond,\n\nThou. spreading them like rain from heaven, hast waxen great.\n\n7 The beams that mark him have grown strong, the thunder rests between his arms,\n\nWhen, like the Sun, he hath increased both Heaven and Earth.\n\n8 When, Mighty Lord of Heroes, thou didst cat a thousand buffaloes,\n\nThen grew and waxed exceeding great thine Indra-power.\n\n9 Indra consumeth with the rays of Surya the malicious man:\n\nLike Agni conquering the woods, he hath grown strong.\n\n10 This newest thought of ours that suits the time approaches unto thee:\n\nServing, beloved in many a place it metes and marks.\n\n11 The pious germ of sacrifice directly purifies the soul.\n\nBy Indra's lauds it waxes great, it metes and marks.\n\n12 Indra who wins the friend hath spread himself to drink the Soma-draught:\n\nLike worshipper's dilating praise; it metes and marks.\n\n13 He whom the sages, living men, have gladdened, offering up their hymns,\n\nHath swelled like oil of sacrifice in Agni's mouth.\n\n14 Aditi also hath brought forth a hymn for Indra, Sovran Lord:\n\nThe work of sacrifice for help is glorified.\n\n15 The ministering priests have sung their songs for aid and eulogy:\n\nGod, thy Bays turn not from the rite which Law ordains.\n\n16 If, Indra, thou drink Soma by Visnu's or Trta Aptya's side,\n\nOr with the Maruts take delight in flowing drops;\n\n17 Or, Sakra, if thou gladden thee afar or in the sea of air,\n\nRejoice thee in this juice of ours, in flowing drops.\n\n18 Or, Lord of Heroes if thou aid the worshipper who shed; the, juice,\n\nOr him whose laud delights thee, and his flowing drops.\n\n19 To magnify the God, the God, Indra, yea, Indra for your help,\n\nAnd promptly end the sacrifice-this have they gained.\n\n20 With worship, him whom men adore, with Soma, him who drinks it most,\n\nIndra with lauds have they increasedthis have they gained.\n\n21 His leadings are with power and might and his instructions manifold:\n\nHe gives the worshipper all wealth: this have they gained.\n\n22 For slaying Vrtra have the Gods set Indra in the foremost place.\n\nIndra the choral bands have sung, for vigorous strength.\n\n23 We to the Mighty with our might, with lauds to him who hears our call,\n\nWith holy hymns have sung aloud, for vigorous strength.\n\n24 Not earth, nor heaven, nor firmaments contain the Thunder-wielding God:\n\nThey shake before his violent rush and vigorous strength.\n\n25 What time the Gods, O Indra, get thee foremost in the furious fight,\n\nThen thy two beautiful Bay Steeds carried thee on.\n\n26 When Vrtra, stayer of the floods, thou si\"est, Thundeicr with might,\n\nThen thy two beautiful Bay Steeds carried thee on.\n\n27 When Visnu, through thine energy, strode wide those three great steps of his,\n\nThen thy two beautiful Bay Steeds carried thee on.\n\n28 When thy two beautiful Bay Steeds grew great and greater day by day,\n\nEven then all creatures that had life bowed down to thee.\n\n29 When, Indra, all the Marut folk humbly submitted them to thee,\n\nEven then all creatures that had life bowed down to thee.\n\n30 When yonder Sun, that brilliant light, thou settest in the heaven above,\n\nEven then all creatures that had life bowed down to thee.\n\n31 To thee, O Indra, with this thought the sage lifts up this eulogy,\n\nAkin and leading as on foot to sacrifice.\n\n32 When in thine own dear dwelling all gathered have lifted up the voice\n\nMilk-streams at worship's central spot, for sacrifice,\n\n33 As Priest, O Indra, give us wealth in brave men and good steeds ana kine\n\nThat we may first remember thee for sacrifice.\n\n#### HYMN XIII. Indra.\n\n1. INDRA, when Soma juices flow, makes his mind pure and meet for lauds.\n\nHe gains the power that brings success, for great is he.\n\n2 In heaven's first region, in the seat of Gods, is he who brings success,\n\nMost glorious, prompt to save, who wins the water-floods.\n\n3 Him, to win strength, have I invoked, even Indra mighty for the fray.\n\nBe thou most near to us for bliss, a Friend to aid.\n\n4 Indra, Song -lover, here for thee the worshipper's libation flows.\n\nRejoicing in this sacred grass thou shinest forth.\n\n5 Even now, O Indra, give us that which, pressing juice, we crave of thee.\n\nBring us wealth manifold which finds the light of heaven.\n\n6 What time the zealous worshipper hath boldly sung his songs to thee,\n\nLike branches of a tree up-grows what they desire.\n\n7 Generate songs even as of old, give car unto the singer's call.\n\nThou for the pious hast grown great at each carouse.\n\n8 Sweet strains that glorify him play like waters speeding down a slope,\n\nYea, him who in this song is called the Lord of Heaven;\n\n9 Yea, who alone is called the Lord, the single Ruler of the folk,\n\nBy worshippers seeking aid: may he joy in the draught.\n\n10 Praise him, the Glorious, skilled in song, Lord of the two victorious Bays:\n\nThey seek the worshipper's abode who bows in prayer.\n\n11 Put forth thy strength: with dappled Steeds come, thou of mighty intellect,\n\nWith swift Steeds to the sacrifice, for 'tis thy joy.\n\n12 Grant wealth to those who praise thee, Lord of Heroes, Mightiest Indra: give\n\nOur princes everlasting fame and opulence.\n\n13 I call thee when the Sun is risen, I call thee at the noon of day:\n\nWith thy car-horses, Indra, come wellpleased to us.\n\n14 Speed forward hither, come to us, rejoice thee in the milky draught:\n\nSpin out the thread of ancient time, as well is known.\n\n15 If, Sakra, Vrtra-slayer, thou be far away or near to us.\n\nOr in the sea, thou art the guard of Soma juice.\n\n16 Let songs we sing and Soma-drops expressed by us make Indra strong:\n\nThe tribes who bring oblations find delight in him.\n\n17 Him sages longing for his aid, with offerings brought in eager haste,\n\nHim. even as branches, all mankind have made to grow.\n\n18 At the Trkadrukas the Gods span sacrifice that stirred the mind:\n\nMay our songs strengthen him who still hath strengthened us.\n\n19 When, true to duty, at due times the worshipper offers lauds to thee,\n\nThey call him Purifier, Pure, and Wonderful.\n\n20 That mind of Rudra, fresh and strong, moves conscious in the ancient ways,\n\nWith reference whereto the wise have ordered this.\n\n21 If thou elect to be my Friend drink of this sacrificial juice,\n\nBy help whereof we may subdue all enemies.\n\n22 O Indra, Lover of the song, when shall thy praiser be most blest?\n\nWhen wilt thou grant us wealth in herds of kine and steeds?\n\n23 And thy two highIy-lauded Bays, strong stallions, draw thy car who art\n\nUntouched by age, most gladdening car for which we pray.\n\n24 With ancient offerings we implore the Young and Strong whom many praise.\n\nHe from of old hath sat upon dear sacred grass.\n\n25 Wax miglity, thou whom many laud for aids which Rsis have extolled.\n\nPour down for us abundant food and guard us well.\n\n26 O Indra, Caster of the Stone, thou helpest him who praises thee:\n\nFrom sacrifice I send to thee a mindyoked hymn.\n\n27 Here, yoking for the Soma-draught these Horses, sharers of thy feast,\n\nThy Bay Steeds, Indra, fraught with weal tb, consent to come.\n\n28 Attendants on thy glory, let the Rudras roar assent to thee,\n\nAnd all the Marut companies come tothe feast.\n\n29 These his victorious followers bold in the heavens the place they love,\n\nLeagued in the heart of sacrifice, as well we know.\n\n30 That we may long behold the light, what time the ordered rite proceeds,\n\nHe duly measures, as he views, the sacrifice.\n\n31 O Indra, strong is this thy car, and strong are these Bay Steeds of thine:\n\nO Satakratu, thou art strong, strong is our call.\n\n32 Strong is the press-stone, strong thy joy, strong is the flowing Soma juice:\n\nStrong is the rite thou furtherest, strong is our call.\n\n33 As strong I call on thee the Strong, O Thunderer with thy thousand aids:\n\nFor thou hast won the hymn of praise. Strong is our call.\n\n#### HYMN XIV. Indra.\n\n1. IF I, O Indra, were, like thee, the single Sovran of all wealth,\n\nMy worshipper should be rich in kine.\n\n2 I should be fain, O Lord of Power, to strengthen and enrich the sage,\n\nWere I the Lord of herds of kine.\n\n3 To worshippers who press the juice thy goodness, Indra, is a cow\n\nYielding in plenty kine and steeds.\n\n4 None is there, Indra, God or man, to hinder thy munificence,\n\nThe wealth which, lauded, thou wilt give.\n\n5 The sacrifice made Indra strong when he unrolled the earth, and made\n\nHimself a diadem in heaven.\n\n6 Thine aid we claim, O Indra, thine who after thou hast waxen great\n\nHast won all treasures for thine own.\n\n7 In Soma's ecstasy Indra spread the firmament and realms of light,\n\nWhen he cleft Vala limb from limb.\n\n8 Showing the hidden he drave forth the cows for the Angirases,\n\nAnd Vala he cast headlong down.\n\n9 By Indra were the lumirious realms of heaven established and secured,\n\nFirm and immovable from their place.\n\n10 Indra, thy laud moves quickly like a joyous wave of water-floods:\n\nBright shine the drops that gladden thee.\n\n11 For thou, O Indra, art the God whom hymns and praises magnify:\n\nThou blessest those who worship thee.\n\n12 Let the two long-maned Bay Steeds bring Indra to drink the Soma juice,\n\nThe Bountiful to our sacrifice.\n\n13 With waters' foam thou torest off, Indra, the head of Namuci,\n\nSubduing all contending hosts.\n\n14 The Dasyus, when they fain would climb\n\nby magic arts and mount to heaven,\n\nThou, Indra, castest down to earth.\n\n15 As Soma-drinker conquering all, thou scatteredst to every side\n\nTheir settlement who poured no gifts.\n\n#### HYMN XV. Indra.\n\n1. SING forth to him whom many men invoke, to him whom many laud.\n\nInvite the powerful Indra with your songs of praise.\n\n2 Whose lofty might-for doubly strong is he-supports the heavens and earth,\n\nAnd hills and plains and floods and light with manly power.\n\n3 Such, Praised by many! thou art King alone thou smitest Vrtras dead,\n\nTo gain, O Indra, spoils of war and high renown.\n\n4 We sing this strong and wild delight of thine which conquers in the fray,\n\nWhich, Caster of the Stone! gives room and shines like gold.\n\n5 Wherewith thou also foundest lights for Ayu and for Manu's sake:\n\nNow joying in this sacred grass thou beamest forth.\n\n6 This day too singers of the hymn praise, as of old, this might of thine:\n\nWin thou the waters day by day, thralls of the strong.\n\n7 That lofty Indra-power of thine, thy strength and thine intelligence,\n\nThy thunderbolt for which we long, the wish makes keen.\n\n8 O Indra, Heaven and Earth augment thy manly power and thy renown;\n\nThe waters and thy mountains stir and urge thee on.\n\n9 Visnu the lofty ruling Power, Varuna, Mitra sing thy praise:\n\nIn thee the Marut3' company have great delight.\n\n10 O Indra, thou wast born the Lord of men, most liberal of thy gifts:\n\nExcellent deeds for evermore are all thine own.\n\n11 Ever, alone, O highly-praised, thou sendest Vrtras to their rest:\n\nNone else than Indra executes the mighty deed.\n\n12 Though here and there, in varied hymns, Indra, men call on thee for aid,\n\nStill with our heroes fight and win the light of heaven.\n\n13 Already have all forms of him entered our spacious dwelling-place:\n\nFor victory stir thou Indra, up, the Lord of Might.\n\n#### HYMN XVI. Indra.\n\n1. PRAISE Indra whom our songs must laud, sole Sovran of mankind, the Chief\n\nMost liberal who controlleth men.\n\n2 In whom the hymns of praise delight, and all the glory-giving songs.\n\nLike the floods' longing for the sea.\n\n3 Him I invite with eulogy, best King, effective in the fight,\n\nStrong for the gain of mighty spoil.\n\n4 Whose perfect ecstasies are wide, profound, victorious, and give\n\njoy in the field where heroes win.\n\n5 Him, when the spoils of war are staked, men call to be their advocate:\n\nThey who have Indra win the day.\n\n6 Men honour him with stirring songs and magnify with solemn rites:\n\nIndra is he who giveth case.\n\n7 1ndra is priest and Rsi, he is much invoked by many men,\n\nAnd mighty by his mighty powers.\n\n8 Meet to be lauded and invoked, true Hero with his deeds of might,\n\nVictorious even when alone.\n\n9 The men, the people magnify that Indra with their Slina. songs,\n\nWith hymns and sacred eulogies\n\n10 Him who advances them to wealth, sends light to lead them in the war,\n\nAnd quells their foemen in the fray.\n\n11 May he, the saviour much-invoked, may Indra bear us in a ship\n\nSafely beyond all enemies.\n\n12 As such, O Indra, honour us with gifts of booty, further us,\n\nAnd lead us to felicity.\n\n#### HYMN XVII Indra.\n\n1. COME, we have pressed the juice for thee; O Indra, drink this Soma here\n\nSit thou on this my sacred grass.\n\n2 O Indra, let thy long-maned Bays, yoked by prayer, bring thee hitherward\n\nGive car and listen to our prayers.\n\n3 We Soma-bearing Brahmans call thee Soma-drinker with thy friend,\n\nWe, Indra, bringing Soma juice.\n\n4 Come unto us who bring the juice, come unto this our eulogy,\n\nFair-visored! drink thou of the juice.\n\n5 I pour it down within thee, so through all thy members let it spread:\n\nTake with. thy tongue the pleasant drink.\n\n6 Sweet to thy body let it be, delicious be the savoury juice:\n\nSweet be the Soma to thine heart.\n\n7 Like women, let this Soma-draught, invested with its robe, approach,\n\nO active Indra, close to thee.\n\n8 Indra, transported with the juice, vast in his bulk, strong in his neck\n\nAnd stout arms, smites the Vrtras down.\n\n9 O Indra, go thou forward, thou who rulest over all by might:\n\nThou Vrtra-slayer slay the fiends,\n\n10 Long be thy grasping-hook wherewith thou givest ample wealth to him\n\nWho sheds the juice and worships thee.\n\n11 Here, Indra, is thy Soma-draught, made pure upon the sacred grass:\n\nRun hither, come and drink thereof.\n\n12 Famed for thy radiance, worshipped well this juice is shed for thy delight\n\nThou art invoked, Akhandala!\n\n13 To Kundapayya, grandson's son, grandson of Srngavrs! to thee,\n\nTo him have I addressed my thought.\n\n14 Strong pillar thou, Lord of the home armour of Soma-offerers:\n\nThe drop of Soma breaketh all the strongholds down, and Indra is the Rsis' Friend.\n\n15 Holy Prdikusanu, winner of the spoil, one eminent o'er many men,\n\nLead on the wild horse Indra with his vigorous grasp forward to drink the Soma juice.\n\n#### HYMN XVIII. Adityas.\n\n1. Now let the mortal offer prayer to win the unexampled grace\n\nOf these Adityas and their aid to cherish life.\n\n2 For not an enemy molests the paths which these Adityas tread:\n\nInfallible guards, they strengthen us in happiness.\n\n3 Now soon may Bhaga, Savitar, Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman\n\nGive us the shelter widely spread which we implore.\n\n4 With Gods come thou whose fostering care none checks, O Goddesss Aditi:\n\nCome, dear to many, with the Lords who guard us well.\n\n5 For well these Sons of Aditi know to keep enmities aloof,\n\nUnrivalled, giving ample room, they save from woe.\n\n6 Aditi guard our herd by day, Aditi, free from guile, by night,\n\nAditi, ever strengthening, save us from grief!\n\n7 And in the day our hymn is this: May Aditi come nigh to help,\n\nWith loving-kindness bring us weal and chase our foes.\n\n8 And may the Asvins, the divine Pair of Physicians, send us health:\n\nMay they remove iniquity and chase our foes.\n\n9 May Agni bless us with his fires, and Surya warm us pleasantly:\n\nMay the pure Wind breathe sweet on us, and chase our foes.\n\n10 Drive ye disease and strife away, drive ye away malignity:\n\nAdityas, keep us ever far from sore distress.\n\n11 Remove from us the arrow, keep famine, Adityas! far away:\n\nKeep enmities afar from us, Lords of all wealth!\n\n12 Now, O Adityas, grant to us the shelter that lets man go free,\n\nYea, even the sinner from his sin, ye Bounteous Gods 1\n\n13 Whatever mortal with the powe r of demons fain would injure us,\n\nMay he, impetuous, suffer harm by his own deeds.\n\n14 May sin o'ertake our human foe, the man who speaketh evil thing,\n\nHim who would cause our misery, whose heart is false.\n\n15 Gods, ye are with the simple ones, ye know each mortal in your hearts;\n\nYe, Vasus, well discriminate the false and true.\n\n16 Fain would we have the sheltering aid of mountains and of water-floods:\n\nKeep far from us iniquity, O Heaven and Earth.\n\n17 So with auspicious sheltering aid do ye, O Vasus, carry us\n\nBeyond all trouble and distress, borne in your ship.\n\n18 Adityas, ye Most Mighty Ones, grant to our children and their seed\n\nExtended term of life that they may live long days.\n\n19 Sacrifice, O Adityas, is your inward monitor: be kind,\n\nFor in the bond of kindred we are bound to you.\n\n20 The Maruts' high protecting aid, the Asvins, and the God who saves,\n\nMitra and Varuna for weal we supplicate.\n\n21 Grant us a home with triple guard, Aryaman, Mitra, Varuna!\n\nUnthreatened, Maruts! meet for praise, and filled with men.\n\n22 And as we human beings, O Adityas, are akin to death,\n\nGraciously lengthen ye our lives that we may live.\n\n#### HYMN XIX. Agni.\n\n1. SING praise to hiin, the Lord of Light. The Gods have made the God to be their messenger,\n\nAnd sent oblation to Gods.\n\n2 Agni, the Bounteous Giver, bright with varied flames, laud thou, O singer Sobhari-\n\nHim who controls this sacred food with Soma blent, who hath first claim to sacrifice.\n\n3 Thee have we chosen skilftillest in sacrifice, Immortal Priest among the Gods,\n\nWise finisher of this holy rite:\n\n4 The Son of Strength, the blessed, brightly shining One, Agni whose light is excellent.\n\nMay be by sacrifice win us in heaven the grace of Mitra, Varuna, and the Floods.\n\n5 The mortal who hath ministered to Agni with oblation, fuel, ritual lore,\n\nAnd reverence, skilled in sacrifice.\n\n6 Verily swift to run are his fleet-footed steeds, and most resplendent fame is his.\n\nNo trouble caused by Gods or wrought by mortal man from any side o'ertaketh him.\n\n7 May we by thine own fires be well supplied with fire, O Son of Strength, O Lord of Might:\n\nThou as our Friend hast worthy men.\n\n8 Agni, who praises like a guest of friendly mind, is as a car that brings us gear.\n\nAlso in thee is found perfect security thou art the Sovran Lord of wealth.\n\n9 That man, moreover, merits praise who brings, auspicious Agni, sacrificial gifts\n\nMay he win riches by his thoughts.\n\n10 He for whose sacrifice thou standest up erect is prosperous and rules o'er men.\n\nHe wins with coursers and with singers killed in song: with heroes he obtains the prize.\n\n11 He in whose dwelling Agni is chief ornament, and, all-desired, loves his laud well,\n\nAnd zealously tends his offerings-\n\n12 His, or the lauding sage's word, his, Son of Strength! who Is most prompt with sacred gifts,\n\nSet thou beneath the Gods, Vasu, above mankind, the speech of the intelligent.\n\n13 He who with sacrificial gifts or homage bringeth very skilful Agni nigh,\n\nOr him who flashes fast with song,\n\n14 The mortal who with blazing fuel, as his laws command, adores the Perfect God,\n\nBlest with his thoughts in splendour shall exceed all men, as though he overpassed the floods.\n\n15 Give us the splendour, Agni, which may overcome each greedy fiend in our abode,\n\nThe wrath of evil-hearted folk.\n\n16 That, wherewith Mitra, Varuna, and Aryaman, the Asvins, Bhaga give us light,\n\nThat may we, by thy power finding best furtherance, worship, O Indra, helped by thee.\n\n17 O Agni, most devout are they, the sages who have set thee Sage exceeding wise,\n\nO God, for men to look upon:\n\n18 Who have arranged thine altar Blessed God, at morn brought thine oblation, pressed the juice.\n\nThey by their deeds of strength have won diem, mighty wealth, who have set all their hope in thee.\n\n19 -May Agni worshipped bring us bliss, may the gift, Blessed One, and sacrifice bring bliss;\n\nYea, may our praises bring us bliss.\n\n20 Show forth the mind that brings success in war with fiends, wherewith thou conquerest in fight.\n\nBring down the many firm hopes of our enemies, and let us vanquish with thine aid.\n\n21 I praise with song the Friend of man, whom Gods sent down to be herald and messenger,\n\nBest worshipper, bearer of our gifts.\n\n22 Thou unto sharp-toothed Agni, Young and Radiant God, proclaimest with thy song the feast-\n\nAgni, who for our sweet strains moulds heroic strength when sacred oil is offered him,\n\n23 While, served with sacrificial oil, now upward and now downward Agni moves his sword,\n\nAs doth the Asura his robe.\n\n24 The God, the Friend of man, who bears our gifts to heaven, the God with his sweet-smelling mouth,\n\nDistributes, skilled in sacrifice, his precious things, Invoking Priest, Immortal God.\n\n25 Son of Strength, Agni, if thou wert the mortal, bright as Mitra, I worshipped with our gifts!\n\nAnd I were the Immortal God\n\n26 I would not give thee up, Vasu, to calumny, or misery, O Bounteous One.\n\nMy worshipper should feel no hunger or distress, nor, Agni, should he live in sin.\n\n27 Like a son cherished in his father's houie, let our oblation rise unto the Gods.\n\n28 With thine immediate aid may I, excellent Agni, ever gain my wish\n\nA mortal with a God to help.\n\n29 O Agni, by thy wisdom, by thy bounties, by thy leading may I gather wealth.\n\nExcellent Agni, thou art called my Providence: delight thou to be liberal.\n\n30 Agni, he conquers by thine aid that brings him store of noble heroes and great strength,\n\nWhose bond of friendship is thy choice.\n\n31 Thy spark is black and crackling, kindled in due time, O Bounteous, it is taken up.\n\nThou art the dear Friend of the mighty Mornings: thou shinest in glimmerings of the night.\n\n32 We Sobharis have come to him, for succour, who is good to help with thousand powers,\n\nThe Sovran, Trasadasyu's Friend.\n\n33 O Agni, thou on whom all other fires depend, as branches on the parent stem,\n\nI make the treasures of the folk, like songs, mine own, while I exalt thy sovran might.\n\n34 The mortal whom, Adityas, ye, Guilelew, lead to the farther bank\n\nOf all the princes, Bounteous Ones\n\n35 Whoe'er he be, Man-ruling Kings! the Regent of the race of men-\n\nMay we, O Mitra, Varuna, and Aryaman, like him be furtherers of your law.\n\n36 A gift of fifty female slaves hath Trasadasyu given me, Purukutsa's son,\n\nMost liberal, kind, lord of the brave.\n\n37 And Syava too for me led forth a strong steed at Suvastu's ford:\n\nA herd of three times seventy kine, good lord of gifts, he gave to me.\n\n#### HYMN XX Maruts.\n\n1. LET none, Swift Travellers! check you: come hither, like-spirited, stay not far away,\n\nYe benders even of what is firm.\n\n2 Maruts, Rbhuksans, Rudras come ye with your cars strong-fellied and exceeding bright.\n\nCome, ye for whom we long, with food, to sacrifice, come ye with love to Sobbari.\n\n3 For well we know the vigorous might of Rudra's Sons, the Martits, who are passing strong,\n\nSwift Visnu's band, who send the rain.,\n\n4 Islands are bursting forth and misery is stayed: the heaven and earth are joined in one.\n\nDecked with bright rings, ye spread the broad expanses out, when ye, Self. luminous, stirred yourselves.\n\n5 Even things immovable shake and reel, the mountains and the forest trees at your approach,\n\nAnd the earth trembles as ye come.\n\n6 To lend free course, O Maruts, to your furious rush, heaven high and higher still gives way,\n\nWhere they, the Heroes mighty with their arms, display their gleaming omaments on their forms.\n\n7 After their Godlike nature they, the bull. like Heroes, dazzling and impetuous, wear\n\nGreat splendour as they show erect.\n\n8 The pivot of the Sobharis' chariot within the golden box is balmed with milk.\n\nMay they the Well-born, Mighty, kindred of the Cow, aid us to food and to delight.\n\n9 Bring, ye who sprinkle balmy drops. oblations to your vigorous Marut company,\n\nTo those whose leader is the Bull.\n\n10 Come hither, O ye Mares, on your stronghorsed car, solid in look, with solid naves.\n\nLightly like winged falcons, O ye Heroes, come, come to enjoy our ofrerings.\n\n11 Their decoration is the same: their omaments of gold are bright upon their arms;\n\nTheir lances glitter splendidly.\n\n12 They toil not to defend their bodies from attack, strong Heroes with their mighty arms.\n\nStrong are your bows and strong the weapons in your cars, and glory sits on every face.\n\n13 Whose name extendeth like a sea, alone, resplendent, so that all have joy in it,\n\nAnd life-power like ancestral might.\n\n14 Pay honour to these Maruts and sing praise to them, for of the wheel-spokes of the car\n\nOf these loud roarers none is last: this is their power, this moves them to give mighty gifts.\n\n15 Blest by your favouring help was he, O Maruts, at the earlier flushings of the morn,\n\nAnd even now shall he be blest.\n\n16 The strong man to whose sacrifice, O Heroes, ye approach that ye may taste thereof,\n\nWith glories and with war that winneth spoil shall gain great bliss, ye Shakers of the world.\n\n17 Even as Rudra's Sons, the brood of the Creator Dyaus, the Asura, desire,\n\nO Youthful Ones, so shall it be:\n\n18 And these the bounteous, worthy of the Maruts who move onward pouring down the rain-\n\nEven for their sake, O Youthful Ones, with kindest heart take us to you to be your own.\n\n19 O Sobhari, with newest song sing out unto the youthful purifying Bulls,\n\nEven as a plougher to his steers.\n\n20 Who, like a celebrated boxer, overcome the challengers in every fight:\n\nThey who, like shining bulls, are most illustrious-honour those Maruts with thy song.\n\n21 Allied by common ancestry, ye Maruts, even the Cows, alike in energy,\n\nLick, all by turns, each other's head.\n\n22 Even mortal man, ye Dancers breast adorned with gold, attains to brotherhood with you.\n\nMark ye and notice us, O Maruts; evermore your friendship is secured to us.\n\n23 O Maruts, rich in noble gifts, bring us a portion of the Maruts' medicine,\n\nYe Coursers who are Friends to us.\n\n24 Haters of those who serve you not, bliss-bringers, bring us bliss with those auspicious aids\n\nWherewith ye are victorious and guard Sindhu well, and succour Krvi in his need.\n\n25 Maruts, who rest on fair trimmed grass, what balm soever Sindhu or Asikni hath,\n\nOr mountains or the seas contain.\n\n26 Ye carry on your bodies, ye who see it all: so bless us graciously therewith.\n\nCast, Maruts, to the ground our sick man's malady: replace the dislocated limb.\n\n#### HYMN XXI. Indra.\n\n1. WE call on thee, O Matchless One! We seeking help, possessing nothing firm ourselves,\n\nCall on thee wonderful in fight\n\n2 On thee for aid in sacrifice. This youth of ours, the bold, the mighty, hath gonse forth.\n\nWe therefore, we thy friends, Indra, havie chosen thee, free-giver, as our Guardian God.\n\n3 Come hither, for the drops are here, O Lord of corn-lands. Lord of horses, Lord of kine:\n\nDrink thou the Soma, Soma's Lord!\n\n4 For we the kinless singers have drawn hither thee, O Indra, who hast numerous kin.\n\nWith all the forms thou hast, comic thou of bull-like strength, come near to drink the Soma juice.\n\n5 Sitting like birds beside thy meath., mingled with milk, that gladdeneth and exalteth thee,\n\nIndra, to thee we sing aloud.\n\n6 We speak to thee with this our reverential prayer. Why art thou pondering yet awhile?\n\nHere are our wishes; thou art liberal, Lord of Bays: we and our hymns are present here.\n\n7 For not in recent times alone, O Indra, Thunder-armed, have we obtained thine aid.\n\nOf old we knew thy plenteous wealth.\n\n8 Hero, we knew thy friendship and thy rich rewards: these, Thunderer, now we crave of thee.\n\nO Vasu, for all wealth that cometh of the kine, sharpen our powers, fair-visored God.\n\n9 Him who of old hath brought to us this and that blessing, him I magnify for you,\n\nEven Indra, O my friends, for help\n\n10 Borne by Bay Steeds, the Lord of heroes, ruling men, for it is he who takes; delight.\n\nMay Maghavan bestow on us his worshippers hundreds of cattle and of steeds.\n\n11 Hero, may we, with thee for Friend, withstand the man who pants against us in his wrath,\n\nIn fight with people rich in kine.\n\n12 May we be victors in the singer's battlesong, and meet the wicked, Much invoked!\n\nWith heroes smite the foeman and show forth our strength. O Indra, further thou our thoughts.\n\n13 O Indra, from all ancient time rivalless ever and companionless art thou:\n\nThou seekest comradeship in war.\n\n14 Thou findest not the wealthy man to be thy friend: those scorn thee who are flown with wine.\n\nWhat time thou thunderest and gatherest, then thou, even as a Father, art invoked.\n\n15 O Indra, let us not, like fools who waste their lives at home, with friendship such as thine\n\nSit idly by the poured-out juice.\n\n16 Giver of kine, may we not miss thy gracious gifts: let us not rob thee of thine own.\n\nStrip even the strong places of the foe, and bring: thy gifts can never be made vain.\n\n17 Indra or blest Sarasvati alone bestows such wealth, treasure so great, or thou,\n\nO Citra, on the worshipper.\n\n18 Citra is King, and only kinglings are the rest who dwell beside Sarasvati.\n\nHe, like Parjanya with his rain, hath spread himself with thousand, yea, with myriad gifts.\n\n#### HYMN XXII. Asvins.\n\n1. HITHERWARD have I called to-day, for succour, that most wondrous car\n\nWhich ye ascended, Asvins, ye whose paths are red, swift to give Car, for Surya's sake.\n\n2 Car ever young, much longed-for, easily invoked, soon guided, first in deeds of might,\n\nWhich waits and serves, O Sobhari, with benevolence, without a rival or a foe.\n\n3 These Asvins with our homage, these Two Omnipresent Deities\n\nHitherward will we bring for kind help, these who seek the dwelling of the worshipper.\n\n4 One of your chariot wheels is moving swiftly round, one speeds for you its onward course.\n\nLike a milch-cow, O Lords of splendour, and with haste let your benevolence come to us.\n\n5 That chariot of yours which hath a triple seat and reins of gold,\n\nThe famous car that traverseth the heaven and earth, thereon Nasatyas, Asvins, come.\n\n6 Ye with your plough, when favouring Manu with your help, ploughed the first harvest in the sky.\n\nAs such will we exalt you, Lords of splendour, now, O Asvins, with our prayer and praise.\n\n7 Come to us, Lords of ample wealth, by paths of everlasting Law,\n\nWhereby to high dominion ye with mighty strength raised Trksi, Trasadasyu's son.\n\n8 This Soma pressed with stones is yours, ye Heroes, Lords of plenteous wealth.\n\nApproach to drink the Soma, come, drink in the worshipper's abode.\n\n9 O Asvins, mount the chariot, mount the golden seat, ye who are Lords of plenteous wealth,\n\nAnd bring to us abundant food.\n\n10 The aids wherewith ye helped Paktha and Adhrigt;, and Babhru severed from his friends,-\n\nWith those, O Asvins, come hither with speed and soon, and heal whatever is diseased.\n\n11 When we continually invoke the Asvins, the resistless, at this time of day,\n\nWe lovers of the song, with songs.\n\n12 Through these, ye Mighty Ones, come hither to my call which brings all blessings, wears all forms,-\n\nTlirough which, All-present Heroes, lavishest of food ye strengthened Krvi, come through these.\n\n13 I speak to both of these as such, these Asvins whom I reverence at this time of day:\n\nWith homage we entreat them both.\n\n14 Ye who are Lords of splendour, ye whose paths are red, at eve, at mom, at sacrifice,\n\nGive us not utterly as prey to mortal foe, ye Rudras, Lords of ample wealth.\n\n15 For bliss I call. the blissful car, at morn the inseparable Asvins with their car\n\nI call, like Sobhari our sire.\n\n16 Rapid as thought, and strong, and speeding to thejoy, bringing.your swiftly-coming help,\n\nBe to us a protection even from far away Lords of great wealth, with many aids.'\n\n17 Come, Wonder-Workers, to our home, our home, O Asvins, rich in cattle, steeds, and gold,\n\nChief drinkers of the Soma's juice\n\n18 Choice-worthy strength, heroic, firm and excellent, uninjured by the Raksas foe,\n\nAt this your coming nigh, ye Lords of ample wealth and all good things, may we obtain.\n\n#### HYMN XXIII. Agni.\n\n1. WORSHIP thou Jatavedas, pray to him who willingly accepts,\n\nWhose smoke wanders at will, and none may grasp his flame.\n\n2 Thou, all men's friend, Visvamanas, exaltest Agni with thy song,\n\nThe Giver, and his flames with which no cars contend.\n\n3 Whose resolute assault, to win vigour and food, deserves our praise,-\n\nThrough whose discovering power the priest obtaineth wealth.\n\n4 Up springs the imperishable flame, the flame of the Refulgent One\n\nMost bright, with glowing jaws and glory in his train.\n\n5 Skilled in fair sacrifice, extolled, arise in Godlike loveliness,\n\nShining with lofty splendour, with effulgent light.\n\n6 Called straight to our oblations, come, O Agni, through our eulogies,\n\nAs thou hast been our envoy bearing up our gifts.\n\n7 I call your Agni, from of old Invoking Priest of living men:\n\nHim with this song I laud and magnify for you.\n\n8 Whom, wondrous wise, they animate with solemn rites and his fair form,\n\nKind as a friend to men who keep the holy Law.\n\n9 Him, true to Law, who perfecteth the sacrifice,. Law-loving ones!\n\nYe with your song have gratified in the place of prayer.\n\n10 May all our sacrifices go to him the truest Angiras,\n\nWho is among mankind the most illustrious Priest.\n\n11 Imperishable Agni, thine are all these high enkindled lights,\n\nLike horses and like stallions showing forth their strength.\n\n12 So give us, Lord of Power and Might, riches combined with hero strength,\n\nAnd guard us with our sons and grand. sons in our frays.\n\n13 Soon as the eager Lord of men is friendly unto Manti's race,\n\nAgni averteth from us all the demon host.\n\n14 O Hero Agni, Lord of men, on hearing this new laud of mine,\n\nBurn down the Raksasas, enchanters, with thy flame.\n\n15 No mortal foe can e'er prevail by arts of magic over him\n\nWho serveth Agni well with sacrificial gifts.\n\n16 Vyasva the sage, who sought the Bull, hath won thee, finder of good things:\n\nAs such may we enkindle thee for ample wealth.\n\n17 Usana Kavya stablished thee, O Agni, as Invoking Priest:\n\nThee, Jatavedas, Sacrificing Priest for man.\n\n18 All Deities of one accord appointed thee their messenger:\n\nThou, God, through hearing, hadst first claim to sacrifice.\n\n19 Him may the mortal hero make his own immortal messenger.\n\nFar-spreading, Purifier, him whose path is black.\n\n20 With lifted ladles let us call him splendid with his brilliant flame,\n\nMen's ancient Agni, wasting not, adorable.\n\n21 The man who pays the worship due to him with sacrificial gifts\n\nObtains both plenteous nourishment and hero fame.\n\n22 To Jatavedas Agni, chief in sacrifices, first of all\n\nWith homage goes the ladle rich with sacred gifts.\n\n23 Even as Vyatya did, may we with these most high and liberal hymns\n\nPay worship unto Agni of the splendid flame.\n\n24 Now sing, as Sthurayupa sang, with lands to him who spreadeth far,\n\nTo Agni of the home, O Rsi, Vyasva's son.\n\n25 As welcome guest of human kind, as offspring of the forest kings,\n\nThe sages worship ancient Agni for his aid.\n\n26 For men's oblations brought to him who is the mighty Lord of all,\n\nSit, Agni, mid our homage, on the sacred grass.\n\n27 Grant us abundant. treasures, grant the opulence which many crave,\n\nWith store of heroes, progeny, and high renown.\n\n28 Agni, Most Youthful of the Gods, send evermore the gift of wealth\n\nUnto Varosusaman and to all his folk.\n\n29 A mighty Conqueror art thou, O Agni, so disclose to us\n\nFood in our herds of kine and gain of ample wealth.\n\n30 Thou, Agni, art a glorious God: bring hither Mitra, Varuna,\n\nImperial Sovrans, holy-minded, true to Law.\n\n#### HYMN XXIV. Indra.\n\n1. COMPANIONS, let us learn a prayer to Indra. whom the thunder arms,\n\nTo glorify your bold and most heroic Friend.\n\n2 For thou by slaying Vrtra art the Vrtra-slayer, famed for might.\n\nThou, Hero, in rich gifts surpassest wealthy chiefs.\n\n3 As such, when glorified, bring us riches of very wondrous fame,\n\nSet in the highest rank, Wealth-giver, Lord of Bays!\n\n4 Yea, Indra, thou disclosest that preeminent dear wealth of men:\n\nBoldly, O Bold One, glorified, bring it to us.\n\n5 The workers of destruction stay neither thy right hand nor thy left:\n\nNor hosts that press about thee, Lord of Bays, in fight.\n\n6 O Thunder-armed, I come with songs to thee as to a stall with kine:\n\nFulfil the wish and thought of him who sings thy praise.\n\n7 Chief Vrtra-slayer, through the hymn of Visvamanas think of all,\n\nAll that concerneth us, Excellent, Mighty Guide.\n\n8 May we, O Vrtra-slayer, O Hero, find this thy newest boon, Longed-for, and excellent, thou who art much invoked!\n\n9 O Indra, Dancer, Much-invoked! as thy great power is unsurpassed,\n\nSo be thy bounty to the worshipper unchecked.\n\n10 Most Mighty, most heroic One, for mighty bounty fill thee full.\n\nThough strong, strengthen thyself to win wealth, Maghavan!\n\n11 O Thunderer, never have our prayers gone forth to any God but thee:\n\nSo help us, Maghavan, with thine assistance now.\n\n12 For, Dancer, verily I find none else for bounty, saving thee,\n\nFor splendid wealth and power, thou Lover of the Song.\n\n13 For Indra pour ye out the drops meath blent with Soma let him drink\n\nWith bounty and with majesty will he further us.\n\n14 I spake to the Bay Coursers' Lord, to him who gives ability:\n\nNow hear the son of Asva as he praises thee.\n\n15 Never was any Hero born before thee mightier than thou:\n\nNone certairdy like thee in goodness and in wealth.\n\n16 O ministering priest, pour out of the sweet juice what gladdens most:\n\nSo is the Hero praised who ever prospers us.\n\n17 Indra, whom Tawny Coursers bear, praise such as thine, preeminent,\n\nNone by his power or by his goodness hath attained.\n\n18 We, seeking glory, have invoked this Master of all power and might\n\nWho must be glorified by constant sacri fice.\n\n19 Come, sing we praise to Indra, friends, the Hero who deserves the laud,\n\nHim who with none to aid o'ercomes all tribes of men.\n\n20 To him who wins the kine, who keeps no cattle back, Celestial God,\n\nSpeak wondrous speech more sweet than butter and than meath.\n\n21 Whose hero powers are measureless, whose bounty ne'er may be surpassed,\n\nWhose liberality, like light, is over all.\n\n22 As Vyasva did, praise Indra, praise the Strong unfluctuating Guide,\n\nWho gives the foe's possessions to the worshipper.\n\n23 Now, son of Vyasva, praise thou him who to the tenth time still is new,\n\nThe very Wise, whom living men must glorify\n\n24 Thou knowest, Indra, Thunder-armed, how to avoid destructive powers,\n\nAs one secure from pitfalls each returning day.\n\n25 O Indra, bring that aid wherewith of old, Most Wondrous! thou didst slay\n\nHis foes for active Kutsa: send it down to us.\n\n26 So now we seek thee fresh in might, Most Wonderful in act! for gain:\n\nFor thou art he who conquers all our foes for us.\n\n27 Who will set free from ruinous woe, or Arya on the Seven Streams:\n\nO valiant Hero, bend the Dasa's weapon down.\n\n28 As to Varosusaman thou broughtest great riches, for their gain,\n\nTo Vyasva's sons, Blest Lady, rich in ample wealth!\n\n29 Let Narya's sacrificial meed reach Vyasva's Soma-bearing sons:\n\nIn hundreds and in thousands be the great reward.\n\n30 If one should ask thee, Where is he who sacrificed? Whither lookest thou?\n\nLike Vala he hath passed away and dwelleth now on Gomati.\n\n#### HYMN XXV. Mitra-Varuna.\n\n1. I WORSHIP you who guard this All, Gods, holiest among the Gods,\n\nYou, faithful to the Law, whose power is sanctified.\n\n2 So, too, like charioteers are they, Mitra and sapient Varuna,\n\nSons high-born from of old, whose holy laws stand fast.\n\n3 These Twain, possessors of all wealth, most glorious, for supremest sway\n\nAditi, Mighty Mother, true to Law, brought forth.\n\n4 Great Varuna and Mitra, Gods, Asuras and imperial Lords,\n\nTrue to Eternal Law proclaim the high decree.\n\n5 The offspring of a lofty Power, Daksa's Two Sons exceeding strong,\n\nWho, Lords of flowing rain, dwell in the place of food.\n\n6 Ye who have gathered up your gifts, celestial and terrestrial food,\n\nLet your rain come to us fraught with the mist of heaven.\n\n7 The Twain, who from the lofty sky seem to look down on herds below,\n\nHoly, imperial Lords, are set to be revered.\n\n8 They, true to Law, exceeding strong, have sat them down for savran rule:\n\nPrinces whose laws stand fast, they have obtained their sway.\n\n9 Pathfinders even better than the eye, with unobstructed sight,\n\nEven when they close their lids, observant, they perceive.\n\n10 So may the Goddess Aditi, may the Nasatyas guard us well,\n\nThe Martits guard us well,.endowed with mighty strength.\n\n11 Do ye, O Bounteous Gods, protect our dwelling lace by day and night:\n\nWith you for our defenders may we go unharmed.\n\n12 May we, unharmed, serve bountiful Visnu, the God who slayeth none:\n\nSelf-moving Sindhu hear and be the first to mark.\n\n13 This sure protection we elect, desirable and reaching far,\n\nWhich Mitra, Varuna, and Aryaman afford.\n\n14 And may the Sindhu of the floods, the Maruts, and the ASvin Pair,\n\nBoon Indra, and boon Visnu have one mind with us.\n\n15 Because these warring Heroes stay the enmity of every foe,\n\nAs the fierce water-flood repels the furious ones.\n\n16 Here this one God, the Lord of men, looks forth exceeding far and wide:\n\nAnd we, for your advantage, keep his holy laws.\n\n17 We keep the old accustomed laws, the statutes of supremacy,\n\nThe Iong-known laws of Mitra and of Varuna.\n\n18 He who hath measured with his ray the boundaries of heaven and earth,\n\nAnd with his majesty hath filled the two worlds full,\n\n19 Surya hath spread his light aloft up to the region of the sky,\n\nLike Agni all aflame when gifts are offered him.\n\n20 With him who sits afar the word is lord of food that comes from kine,\n\nController of the gift of unempoisoned food.\n\n21 So unto Surya, Heaven, and Earth at morning and at eve I speak.\n\nBringing enjoyments ever rise thou up for us.\n\n22 From Uksanyayana a bay, from Harayana a white steed,\n\nAnd from Susaman we obtained a hamessed car.\n\n23 These two shall bring me further gain of troops of tawny-coloured steeds,\n\nThe carriers shall they be of active men of war.\n\n24 And the two sages have I gained who hold the reins and bear the whip,\n\nAnd the two great strong coursers, with my newest song.\n\n#### HYMN XXVI. Asvins.\n\n1. I CALL your chariot to receive united praise mid princely men,\n\nStrong Gods who pour down wealth, of never vanquished might!\n\n2 Ye to Varosusaman come, Nasatyas, for this glorious rite.\n\nWith your protecting aid. Strong Gods, who pour down wealth.\n\n3 So with oblations we invoke you, rich in ample wealth, to-day,\n\nWhen night hath passed, O ye who send us plenteous food.\n\nO Asvins, Heroes, let your car, famed, best to travel, come to us,\n\nAnd, for his glory, mark your zealous servant's lauds.\n\n5 Asvins, who send us precious gifts, even when offended, think of him:\n\nFor ye, O Rudras, lead us safe beyond our foes.\n\n6 For, Wonder-Workers, with fleet steeds ye fly completely round this All,\n\nStirring our thoughts, ye Lords of splendour, honey-hued.\n\n7 With all-sustaining opulence, Asvins, come hitherward to us,\n\nYe rich and noble Heroes, ne'er to be o'erthrown.\n\n8 To welcome this mine offering, O ye Indra-like Nasatyas, come\n\nAs Gods of best accord this day with other Gods.\n\n9 For we, like Vyasva, lifting up our voice like oxen, call on you:\n\nWith all your loving kindness, Sages, come to us.\n\n10 O Rsi, laud the Asvins well. Will they not listen to thy call?\n\nWill they not bum the Panis who are nearer them?\n\n11 O Heroes, listen to the son of Vyasva, and regard me here,\n\nVaruna, Mitra, Aryaman, of one accord.\n\n12 Gods whom we yearn for, of your gifts, of what ye bring to us, bestow\n\nBy princes' hands on me, ye Mighty, day by day.\n\n13 Him whom your sacrifices clothe, even as a woman with her robe,\n\nThe Asvins help to glory honouring him well.\n\n14 Whoso regards your care of men as succour widest in its reach,\n\nAbout his dwelling go, ye Asvins, loving us.\n\n15 Come to us ye who pour down wealth, come to the home which men must guard:\n\nLike shafts, ye are made meet for sacrifice by song.\n\n16 Most fetching of all calls, the laud, as envoy, Heroes, called to you\n\nBe it your own, O Asvin Pair.\n\n17 Be ye in yonder sea of heaven, or joying in the home of food,\n\nListen to me, Immortal Ones.\n\n18 This river with his lucid flow attracts you, more than all the streams,-\n\nEven Sindhu with his path of gold.\n\n19 O Asvins, with that glorious fame come hither, through our brilliant song,\n\nCome ye whose ways are marked with light.\n\n20 Harness the steeds who draw the car, O Vasu, bring the well-fed pair.\n\nO Vayu, drink thou of our meath: come unto our drink-offerings.\n\n21 Wonderful Vayu, Lord of Right, thou who art Tvastar's son-in-law,\n\nThy saving succour we elect.\n\n22 To Tvastar's son-in-law we pray for wealth whereof he hath control:\n\nFor glory we seek vayu, men with juice effused.\n\n23 From heaven, auspicious Vayu, come drive hither with thy noble steeds:\n\nCome on thy mighty car with wide-extending seat.\n\n24 We call thee to the homes of men, thee wealthiest in noble food,\n\nAnd liberal as a press-stone with a horse's back.\n\n25 So, glad and joyful in thine heart, do thou, God, Vayu, first of all\n\nVouchsafe us water, strength, and thought.\n\n#### HYMN XXVII. Visvedevas.\n\n1. CHEIF Priest is Agni at the laud, as stones and grass at sacrifice:\n\nWith song I seek the Maruts, Brahmanaspati, Gods for help much to be desired.\n\n2 I sing to cattle and to Earth, to trees, to Dawns, to Night, to plants.\n\nO all ye Vasus, ye possessors of all wealth, be ye the furtherers of our thoughts.\n\n3 Forth go, with Agni, to the Gods our sacrifice of ancient use,\n\nTo the Adityas, Varuna whose Law stands fast, and the all-lightening Marut troop.\n\n4 Lords of all wealth, may they be strengtheners of man, destroyers of his enemies.\n\nLords of all wealth, do ye, with guards which none may harm, preserve our dwelling free from foes.\n\n5 Come to us with one mind to-day, come to us all with one accord,\n\nMaruts with holy song, and, Goddess Aditi, Mighty One, to our house and home.\n\n6 Send us delightful things, ye Maruts, on your steeds: come ye, O Mitra, to our gifts.\n\nLet Indra, Varuna, and the Adityas sit, swift Heroes, on our sacred grass.\n\n7 We who have trimmed the grass for you, and set the banquet in array,\n\nAnd pressed the Soma, call you, Varuina, like men, with sacrificial fires aflame.\n\n8 O Maruts, Visinu, Asvins, Pusan, haste away with minds turned hitherward to Me.\n\nLet the Strong Indra, famed as Vrtra's slayer, come first with the winners of the spoil.\n\n9 Ye Guileless Gods, bestow on us a refuge strong on every side,\n\nA sure protection, Vasus, unassailable from near at hand or from afar.\n\n10 Kinship have I with you, and close alliance O ye Gods, destroyers of our foes.\n\nCall us to our prosperity of former days, and soon to new klicity.\n\n11 For now have I sent forth to you, that I may win a fair reward,\n\nLords of all wealth, with homage, this my song of praise. like a milch-cow that faileth not.\n\n12 Excellent Savitar hath mounted up on high for you, ye sure and careful Guides.\n\nBipeds and quadrupeds, with several hopes and aims, and birds have settled to their tasks.\n\n13 Singing their praise with God-like thought let us invoke each God for grace,\n\nEach God to bring you help, each God to strengthen you.\n\n14 For of one spirit are the Gods with mortal man, co-sharers all of gracious gifts.\n\nMay they increase our strength hereafter and to-day, providing case and ample room.\n\n15 I laud you, O ye Guileless Gods, here where we meet to render praise.\n\nNone, Varuna and Mitra, harins the mortal, man who honours and obeys your laws.\n\n16 He makes his house endure, he gathers plenteous food who pays obedience to your will.\n\nBorn in his sons anew he spreads as Law commands, and prospers every way unharmed.\n\n17 E'en without war he gathers wealth, and goes hisway on pleasant paths,\n\nWhom Mitra, Varuna and Aryaman protect, sharing the gift,of one accord.\n\n18 E'en on the plain for him ye make a sloping path, an easy way where road is none:\n\nAnd far away from him the ineffectual shaft must vanish, shot at him in vain.\n\n19 If ye appoint the rite to-day, kind Rulers, when the Sun ascends,\n\nLords of all wealth, at sunset or at wakingtime, or be it at the noon of day,\n\n20 Or, Asuras, when ye have sheltered the worshipper who goes to sacrifice, at eve\n\nmay we, O Vasus, ye possessors of all wealth, come then into the midst of You.\n\n21 If ye to-day at sunrise, or at noon, or in the gloom of eve,\n\nLords of all riches, give fair treasure to the man, the wise man who hath sacrificed,\n\n22 Then we, imperial Rulers, claim of you this boon, your wide protection, as a son.\n\nMay we, Adityas, offering holy gifts, obtain that which shall bring us greater bliss.\n\n#### HYMN XXVIII. Visvedevas.\n\n1. THE Thirty Gods and Three besides, whose seat hath been the sacred grass,\n\nFrom time of old have found and gained.\n\n2 Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman, Agnis, with Consorts, sending boons,\n\nTo whom our Vasat! is addressed:\n\n3 These are our guardians in the west, and northward here, and in the south,\n\nAnd on the cast, with all the tribe.\n\n4 Even as the Gods desire so verily shall it be. None minisheth this power of theirs,\n\nNo demon, and no mortal\n\n5 The Seven carry seven spears; seven are the splendours they possess,\n\nAnd seven the glories they assume.\n\n#### HYMN XXIX Visvedevas.\n\n1. ONE is a youth brown, active, manifold he decks the golden one with ornament.\n\n2 Another, luminous, occupies the place of sacritice, Sage, among the Gods.\n\n3 One brandishes in his hand an iron knife, firm, in his seat amid the Deities.\n\n4 Another holds the thunderbolt, wherewith he slays the Vrtras, resting in his hand.\n\n5 Another bears a pointed weapon: bright is he, and strong, with healing medicines.\n\n6 Another, thief-like, watches well the ways, and knows the places where the treasures lie.\n\n7 Another with his mighty stride hath made his three steps thither where the Gods rejoice.\n\n8 Two with one Dame ride on with winged steeds, and journey forth like travellers on their way.\n\n9 Two, highest, in the heavens have set their seat, worshipped with holy oil, imperial Kings.\n\n10 Some, singing lauds, conceived the Sama-hymn, great hymn whereby they caused the Sun to shine.\n\n#### HYMN XXX. Visvedevas.\n\n1. NOT one of you, ye Gods, is small, none of you is a feeble child:\n\nAll of you, verily, are great.\n\n2 Thus be ye lauded, ye destroyers of the foe, ye Three-and-Thirty Deities,\n\nThe Gods of man, the Holy Ones.\n\n3 As such defend and succour us, with benedictions speak to us:\n\nLead us not from our fathers' and from Manu's path into the distance far away.\n\n4 Ye Deities who stay with us, and all ye Gods of all mankind,\n\nGive us your wide protection, give shelter for cattle and for steed.\n\n#### HYMN XXXI. Various Deities.\n\n1. THAT Brahman pleases Indra well, who worships, sacrifices, pours Libation, and prepares the meal.\n\n2 Sakra protects from woe the man who gives him sacrificial cake.\n\nAnd offers Soma blent with milk.\n\n3 His chariot shall be glorious, sped by Gods, and mighty shall he be,\n\nSubduing all hostilities.\n\n4 Each day that passes, in his house flows his libation, rich in milk,\n\nExhaustless, bringing progeny.\n\n5 O Gods, with constant draught of milk, husband and wife with one accord\n\nPress out and wash the Soma juice.\n\n6 They gain sufficient food: they come united to the sacred grass,\n\nAnd never do they fail in strength.\n\n7 Never do they deny or seek to hide the favour of the Gods:\n\nThey win high glory for themselves.\n\n8 With sons and daughters by their side they reach their full extent of life,\n\nBoth decked with ornaments of gold.\n\n9 Serving the Immortal One with gifts of sacrificial meal and wealth,\n\nThey satisfy the claims of love and pay due honour to the Gods.\n\n10 We claim protection from the Hills, we claim protection of the Floods,\n\nOf him who stands by Visnu's side.\n\n11 May Pusan come, and Bhaga, Lord of wealth, All-bounteous, for our weal\n\nBroad be the path that leads to bliss:\n\n12 Aramati, and, free from foes, Visva with spirit of a God,\n\nAnd the Adityas' peerless might.\n\n13 Seeing that Mitra, Aryaman, and Varuna are guarding us,\n\nThe paths of Law are fair to tread.\n\n14 I glorify with song, for wealth, Agni the God, the first of you.\n\nWe honour as a well-loved Friend the God who prospereth our fields.\n\n15 As in all frays the hero, so swift moves his car whom Gods attend.\n\nThe man who, sacrificing, strives to win the heart of Deities will conquer those who worship not.\n\n16 Ne'er are ye injured, worshipper, presser of juice, or pious man.\n\nThe man who, sacrificing, strives to win the heart of Deities will conquer those who worship not.\n\n17 None in his action equals him, none holds him far or keeps him off.\n\nThe man who, sacrificing, strives to win the heart of Deities will conquer those who worship not.\n\n18 Such strength of heroes shall be his, such mastery of fleet-foot steeds.\n\nThe man who, sacrificing, strives to win the heart of Deities will conquer those who worship not.\n\n#### HYMN XXXII. Indra.\n\n1. KANVAS, tell forth with song the deeds of Indra, the Impetuous,\n\nWrought in the Soma's wild delight.\n\n2 Strong God, he slew Anarsani, Srbinda, Pipru, and the fiend,\n\nAhisuva, and loosed the floods.\n\n3. Thou broughtest down the dwelling-place, the height of lofty Arbuda.\n\nThat exploit, Indra, must be famed.\n\n4 Bold, to your famous Soma I call the fair-visored God for aid,\n\nDown like a torrent from the hill.\n\n5 Rejoicing in the Soma-draughts, Hero, burst open, like a fort,\n\nThe stall of horses and of kine.\n\n6 If my libation gladdens, if thou takest pleasure in my laud,\n\nCome with thy Godhead from afar.\n\n7 O Indra, Lover of the Song, the singers of thy praise are we:\n\nO Soma-drinker, quicken us.\n\n8 And, taking thy delight with us bring us still undiminished food:\n\nGreat is thy wealth, O Maghavan.\n\n9 Make thou us rich in herds of kine, in steeds, in gold: let us exert\n\nOur strength in sacrificial gifts.\n\n10 Let us call him to aid whose hands stretch far, to whom high laud is due.\n\nWho worketh well to succour us.\n\n11 He, Satakratu, even in fight acts as a Vrtra-slayer s,till:\n\nHe gives his worshippers much wealth.\n\n12 May he, this A;akra, strengthen us, Boon God who satisfies our needs,\n\nIndra, with all lhis saving helps.\n\n13 To him, the mighty stream of wealth, the Soma-presser's rescuing Friend,\n\nTo Indra sing your song of praise;\n\n14 Who bringeth what is great and firm, who winneth glory in his wars,\n\nLord of vast wealth through power and might.\n\n15 There liveth none to cheek or stay his energies and gracious deeds:\n\nNone who can say, He giveth not.\n\n16 No debt is due by Brahmans now, by active men who press the juice:\n\nWell hath each Soma-draught been paid.\n\n17 Sing ye to him who must be praised, say lauds to him who must be praised,\n\nBring prayer to him who must be praised.\n\n18 May be, unchecked, strong, meet for praise, bring hundreds, thousands forth to light,\n\nIndra who aids the worshipper.\n\n19 Go with thy God-like nature forth, go where the folk are calling thee:\n\nDrink, Indra, of the drops we pour.\n\n20 Drink milky draughts which are thine own, this too which was with Tugrya once,\n\nThis is it, Indra, that is thine.\n\n21 Pass him who psours libations out in angry mood or after sin:\n\nHere drink the juice we offer thee.\n\n22 Over the three great distances, past the Five Peoples go thy way,\n\nO Indra, noticing our voice.\n\n23 Send forth thy ray like Surya: let my songs attract thee hitherward,\n\nLike waters gathering to the vale.\n\n24 Now to the Hero fair of cheek, Adhvaryu, pour the Soma forth:\n\nBring of the juice that he may drink\n\n25 Who cleft the water-cloud in twain, loosed rivers for their downward flow,\n\nAnd set the ripe milk in the kine.\n\n26 He, meet for praise, slew Vrtra, slew Ahisuva, Urnavabha's son,\n\nAnd pierced th:rough Arbuda with frost.\n\n27 To him your matchless Mighty One, unconquerable Conqueror,\n\nSing forth the prayer which Gods have given:\n\n28 Indra, who in the wild delight of Soma juice considers here\n\nAll holy Laws among the Gods.\n\n29 Hither let these thy Bays who share thy banquet, Steeds with golden manes,\n\nConvey thee to the feast prepared.\n\n30 Hither, O thou whom many laud, the Bays whom Priyamedha praised,\n\nShall bring thee to the Soma-draught.\n\n#### HYMN XXXIII. Indra.\n\n1. WE compass thee like waters, we whose grass is trimmed and Soma pressed.\n\nHere where the filter pours its stream, thy worshippers round thee, O Vrtra-slayer, sit.\n\n2 Men, Vasu! by the Soma, with lauds call thee to the foremost place:\n\nWhen comest thou athirst unto the juice as home, O Indra, like a bellowing bull?\n\n3 Boldly, Bold Hero, bring us spoil in thousands for the Kanvas' sake.\n\nO active Maghavan, with eager prayer we crave the yellow-hued with store ol kine.\n\n4 Medhyatithi, to Indra sing, drink of the juice to make thee glad.\n\nClose-knit to his Bay Steeds, bolt-armed, beside the juice is he: his chariot is of gold.\n\n5 He Who is praised as strong of hand both right and left, most wise and hold:\n\nIndra who, rich in hundreds, gathers thousands up, honoured as breaker-down of forts.\n\n6 The bold of heart whom none provokes, who stands in bearded confidence;\n\nMuch-lauded, very glorious, overthrowing foes, strong Helper, like a bull with might.\n\n7 Who knows what vital ower he wins, drinking beside the flowing juice?\n\nThis is the fair-checked God who, joying in the draught, breaks down the castles in his strength.\n\n8 As a wild elephant rushes on this way and that way, mad with heat,'\n\nNone may compel thee, yet come hither to the draught: thou movest mighty in thy power.\n\n9 When he, the Mighty, ne'er o'erthrown, steadfast, made ready for the fight,\n\nWhen Indra Maghavan lists to his praiser's call, he will not stand aloof, but come.\n\n10 Yea, verily, thou art a Bull, with a bull's rush. whom none may stay:\n\nThou Mighty One, art celebrated as a Bull, famed as a Bull both near and far.\n\n11 Thy reins are very bulls in strength, bulls' strength is in thy golden whip.\n\nThy car, O Maghavan, thy Bays are strong as bulls: thou, Satakratu, art a Bull.\n\n12 Let the strong presser press for thee. Bring hither, thou straight-rushing Bull.\n\nThe mighty makes the mighty run in flowing streams for thee whom thy Bay Horses bear.\n\n13 Come, thou most potent Indra, come to drink the savoury Soma juice.\n\nMaghavan, very wise, will quickly come to hear the songs, the prayer, the hymns of praise.\n\n14 When thou hast mounted on thy car let thy yoked Bay Steeds carry thee,\n\nPast other men's libations, Lord of Hundred Powers, thee, Vrtra-slayer, thee our Friend.\n\n15 O thou Most Lofty One, accept our laud as nearest to thine heart.\n\nMay our libations be most sweet to make thee glad, O Soma-drinker, Heavenly Lord.\n\n16 Neither in thy decree nor mine, but in another's he delights,-\n\nThe man who brought us unto this.\n\n17 Indra himself hath said, The mind of woman brooks not discipline,\n\nHer intellect hath little weight.\n\n18 His pair of horses, rushing on in their wild transport, draw his car:\n\nHigh-lifted is the stallion's yoke.\n\n19 Cast down thine eyes and look not up. More closely set thy feet. Let none\n\nSee what thy garment veils, for thou, a Brahman, hast become a dame.\n\n#### HYMN XXXIV. Indra.\n\n1. Come hither, Indra, with thy Bays, come thou to Kanva's eulogy.\n\nYe by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.\n\n2 May the stone draw thee as it speaks, the Soma-stone with ringing voice.\n\nYe by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.\n\n3 The stones' rim shakes the Soma here like a wolf worrying a sheep.\n\nYe by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.\n\n4 The Kanvas call thee hitherward for succour and to win the spoil.\n\nYe by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.\n\n5 I set for thee, as for the Strong, the first draught of the juices shed.\n\n6 Come with abundant blessings, come with perfect care to succour us.\n\n7 Come, Lord of lofty thought, who hast infinite wealth and countless aids.\n\n8 Adorable mid Gods, the Priest good to mankind shall bring thee near.\n\n9 As wings the falcon, so thy Bays rushing in joy shall carry thee.\n\n10 Come from the enemy to us, to svaha and the Soma-draught.\n\n11 Come hither with thine car inclined to hear, take pleasure in our lauds.\n\n12 Lord of well-nourished Horses, come with well-fed Steeds alike in hue.\n\n13 Come hither from the mountains, come from regions of the sea of air.\n\n14 Disclose to us O Hero, wealth in thousands both of kine and steeds.\n\n15 Bring riches hitherward to us in hundreds, thousands, myriads.\n\nYe by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.\n\n16 The thousand steeds, the mightiest troop, which we and Indra have received\n\nFrom Vasurocis as a gift,\n\n17 The brown that match the wind in speed, and bright bay coursers fleet of foot,\n\nLike Suns, resplendent are they all.\n\n18 Mid the Pargvata's rich gifts, swift steeds whose wheels run rapidly,\n\nI seemed to stand amid a wood.\n\n#### HYMN XXXV. Asvins.\n\n1. WITH Agni and with Indra, Visnu. Varuna, with the Adityas, Rudras, Vasus, closely leagued;\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, O Asvins, drink the Soma juice.\n\n2 With all the Holy Thoughts, all being Mighty Ones! in close alliance wil the Mountains, Heaven, and Earth;\n\nAccordant. of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, O Asvins, drink the Soma juice.\n\n3 With all the Deities, three times eleven, here, in close alliance with the Maruts, Bhrgus, Floods;\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, O Asvins, drink the Soma juice.\n\n4 Accept the sacrifice, attend to this my call: come nigh, O ye Twain Gods, to all libations here.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, O Asvins, bring us strengthening food.\n\n5 Accept our praise-song as a youth accepts a maid. Come nigh, O ye Twain Gods, to all libations here.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Sarya and with Dawn O Asvins, bring us strengthening food.\n\n6 Accept the songs we sing, accept the solemn rite. Conie nigh, O ye Twain Gods, to all libations here.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, O Asvins, bring us strengthening food.\n\n7 Ye fly as starlings fly unto the forest trees; like buffaloes ye seek the Soma we have shed.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, come thrice, O Asvins, to our home.\n\n8 Ye fly like swans, like those who travel on their way; like buffaloes ye seek the Soma we have shed.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, come thrice, O Asvins, to our home.\n\n9 Ye fly to our oblation like a pair of hawks; like buffaloes ye seek the Soma we have shed.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, come thrice, O Asvins, to our home.\n\n10 Come hitherward and drink and satisfy yourselves, bestow upon us progeny and affluence.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, O Asvins, grant us vigorous strength.\n\n11 Conquer your foes, protect us, praise your worshippers; bestow upon us progeny and affluence.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, O Asvins, grant us vigolms strength.\n\n12 Slay enemies, animate men whom ye befriend; bestow upon us progeny and aff luence.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, O Asvins, grant us vigorous strength.\n\n13 With Mitra, Varuna, Dharma, and the Maruts in your company approach unto your praiser's call.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, and with the Adityas, Asvins! come.\n\n14 With Visnu and the Angirases attending you, and with the Maruts come unto your praiser's call.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, and with the Adityas, Asvins! come.\n\n15 With Rbhus and With Vajas. O ye Mighty Ones, leagued with the Maruts come ye to your praiser's call.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, and with the Adityas, Asvins! come.\n\n16 Give spirit to our prayer and animate our thoughts; slay ye the Raksasas and drive away disease.\n\nAccordant, of One mind with Surya and with Dawn, -the presser's Soma, Asvins drink.\n\n17 Strengthen the Ruling Power, strengthen the men of war; slay ye the Raksasas and drive away disease.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, the presser's Soma, Asvins drink.\n\n18 Give strength unto the milch-kine, give the people strength, slay ye the Raksasas and drive away disease.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, the presser's Soma, Asvins drink.\n\n19 As ye heard Atri's earliest eulogy, so hear Syavasva, Soma-presser, ye who reel in joy.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, drink juice, O Asvins, three days old.\n\n20 Further like running streams Syavasva's eulogies who presses out the Soma, ye who reel in joy.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, drink juice, O Asvins, three days old.\n\n21 Seize, as ye grasp the reins, Syavasva's solemn rites who presses out the Soma, ye who reel in joy.\n\nAccordant, of one mind with Surya and with Dawn, drink juice, O Asvins, three days old.\n\n22 Drive down your chariot hitherward drink ye the Soma's savoury juice.\n\nApproach, ye Asvins, come to us: I call you, eager for your aid. Grant treasures to the worshipper.\n\n23 When sacrifice which tells our reverence hath begun. Heroes! to drink the gushing juice,\n\nApproach, ye Asvins, come to us: I call you, eager for your aid. Grant treasures to the worshipper.\n\n24 Sate you with consecrated drink, with juice effused, ye Deities.\n\nApproach, ye Asvins, come to us: I call you, eager for your aid. Grant treasures to the worshipper.\n\n#### HYMN XXXVI. Indra.\n\n1. THOU helpest him whose grass is trimmed, who sheds the juice, O Satakratu, drink Soma to make thee glad.\n\nThe share which they have fixed for thee, thou, Indra, Victor o'er all hosts and space, begirt with Maruts, Lord of Heroes, winner of the floods.\n\n2 Maghavan, help thy worshipper: let him help thee. O Satakratu, drink Soma to make thee glad.\n\nThe share which they have fixed for thee, etc.\n\n3 Thou aidest Gods with food, and that with might aidg thee,\n\nO Satakratu, drink Soma to make thee glad.\n\n4 Creator of the heaven, creator of the earth, O Satakratu, drink Soma to make thee glad.\n\n5 Father of cattle, father of all steeds art thou. O Satakratu, drink Soma to make thee glad.\n\n6 Stone-hurler, glorify the Atris' hymn of praise. O Satakratu, drink Soma to make thee glad.\n\n7 Hear thou Syavagva while he pours to thee, as erst thou heardest Atri when he wrought his holy rites.\n\nIndra, thou only gavest Trasadasyu aid in the fierce fight with heroes, strengthening his prayers.\n\n#### HYMN XXXVIL Indra.\n\n1. THIS prayer, and those who shed the juice, in wars with Vrtra thou holpest, Indra, Lord of Strength, with all thy succours.\n\nO Vrtra-slayer, from libation poured at noon, drink of the Soma juice, thou blameless Thunderer.\n\n2 Thou mighty Conqueror of hostile armaments, O Indra, Lord of Strength, with all thy saving help.\n\n3 Sole Ruler, thou art Sovran of this world of life, O Indra, Lord of Strength, with all thy saving help.\n\n4 Thou only sunderest these two consistent worlds, O Indra, Lord of Strength, with all thy saving help.\n\n5 Thou art the Lord supreme o'er rest and energy, O Indra, Lord of Strength, with all thy saving help.\n\n6 Thou helpest one to power, and one thou hast not helped, O Indra, Lord of Strength, with all thy saving aid.\n\n7 Hear thou Syavasva while he sings to thee, as erst thou heardest Atri when he wrought his holy rites.\n\nIndra, thou only gavest Trasadasyu aid in the fierce fight with heroes, strengthening his powers.\n\n#### HYMN XXXVIII. Indra-Angi.\n\nI. YE Twain are Priests of sacrifice, wmners in war and holy works:\n\nIndra and Agni, mark this well.\n\n2 Ye bounteous riders on the car, ye Vrtra-slayers unsubdued:\n\nIndra and Agni, mark this well.\n\n3 The men with pressing-stones have pressed this meath of yours which gives delight:\n\nIndra, and Agni, mark this well.\n\n4 Accept our sacrifice for weal, sharers of praise! the Soma shed:\n\nIndra and Agni, Heroes, come.\n\n5 Be pleased with these libations which attract you to our sacred gifts\n\nIndra and Agni, Heroes, come.\n\n6 Accept this eulogy of mine whose model is the Gayatri:\n\nIndra and Agni, Heroes, Come.\n\n7 Come with the early-faring Gods, ye who are Lords of genuine wealth:\n\nIndra-Agni, to the Soma-draught\n\n8 Hear ye the call of Atris, hear Syavasva as he sheds the juice:\n\nIndra-Agni to the Soma-draught\n\n9 Thus have I called you to our aid as sages called on you of old:\n\nIndra-Agni to the Soma draught!\n\n10 Indra's and Agni's grace I claim, Sarasvati's associates\n\nTo whom this psalm of praise is sung.\n\n#### HYMN XXXIX. Agni.\n\n1. THE glorious Agni have I praised, and worshipped with. the sacred food.\n\nMay Agni deck the Gods for us. Between both gathering-places he goes on his embassy, the Sage. May all the others die away.\n\n2 Agni, burn down the word within their bodies through our newest speech,\n\nAll hatreds of the godless, all the wicked man's malignities. Away let the destroyers go. May all the others die away.\n\n3 Agni, I offer hymns to thee, like holy oil within thy moutlh.\n\nAcknowledge them. among the Gods, for thou art the rmost excellent, the worshipper's blissful messenger. Let all the others die away.\n\n4 Agni bestows all vital power even as each man supplicates.\n\nHe brings the Vasus strengthening gifts, and grants deliglht, in rest and stir, for every calling on the Gods. Let all the others die away.\n\n5 Agni hath made himself renowned by wonderful victorious act.\n\nHe is the Priest of all the tribes, chosen with sacrificial meeds. He urges Deities to receive. Let all the others die away.\n\n6 Agni knows all that springs from Gods, he knows the mystery of men.\n\nGiver of wealth is Agni, he uncloses both the doors to us when worshipped with our newest gift. Let all the others die away.\n\n7 Agni inhabiteth with Gods and men who offer sacrifice.\n\nHe cherisheth with great delight much wisdom, as all things that be, God among Gods adorable. May all the others die away.\n\n8 Agni who liveth in all streams, Lord of the Sevenfold Race of men,\n\nHim dweller in three homes we seek, best slayer of the Dasytis for Mandhatar, first in sacrifice. Let all the others die away.\n\n9 Agni the Wise inhabiteth three gathering-places, triply formed.\n\nDecked as our envoy let the Sage bring hither and conciliate the Thrice Eleven Deities. Let all the others die away.\n\n10 Our Agni, thou art first among the Gods, and first mid living men.\n\nThou only rulest over wealth. Round about thee, as natural dams, circumfluous the waters run. Let all the others die away.\n\n#### HYMN XL. Indra-Agni.\n\n1. INDRA and Agni, surely ye as Conquerors will give us wealth,\n\nWhereby in fight we may o'ercome that which is strong and firmly fixed, as Agni burns the woods with wind. Let all the others die away.\n\n2 We set no snares to tangle you; Indra we worship and adore, Hero of heroes mightiest.\n\nOnce may he come unto us with his Steed, come unto us to win us strength, and to complete the sacrifice.\n\n3 For, famous Indra-Agni, ye are dwellers in the midst of frays.\n\nSages in wisdom, ye are knit to him who seeketh you as friends. Heroes, bestow on him his wish.\n\n4 Nabhaka-like, with sacred song Indra's and Agni's praise I sing,\n\nTheirs to whom all this world belongs, this heaven and this mighty earth which bear rich treasure in their lap.\n\n5 To Indra and to Agni send your prayers, as was Nabhaka's wont,-\n\nWho oped with sideway opening the sea with its foundations seven-Indra all powerful in his might.\n\n6 Tear thou asunder, as of old, like tangles of a creeping plant,\n\nDemolish thou the Dasa's might. May we with Indra's help divide the treasure he hath gathered up.\n\n7 What time with this same song these men call Indra-Agni sundry ways,\n\nMay we with our own heroes quell those who provoke us to the fight, and conquer those who strive with us.\n\n8 The Two refulgent with their beams rise and come downward from the sky.\n\nBy Indra's and by Agni's hest, flowing away, the rivers, run which they released from their restraint.\n\n9 O Indra, many are thine aids, many thy ways of guiding us,\n\nLord of the Bay Steeds, Hinva's Son. To a Good Hero come our prayers, which soon shall have accomplishment.\n\n10 Inspire him with your holy hymns, the Hero bright and glorious,\n\nHim who with might demolisbeth even the brood of Susna, and winneth for us the heavenly streams.\n\n11 Inspire him worshipped with fair rites, the glorious Hero truly brave.\n\nHe brake in pieces Susna's brood who still expected not the stroke, and won for us the heavenly streams. Let all the others die away.\n\n12 Thus have we sung anew to Indra-Agni, as sang our sires, Angirases, and Mandhatar.\n\nGuard us with triple shelter and preserve us: may we be masters of a store of riches.\n\n#### HYMN XLI. Varuna.\n\n1. To make this Varuna come forth sing thou a song unto the band of Maruts wiser than thyself,-\n\nThis Varuna who guardeth well the thoughts of men like herds of kine.\n\nLet all the others die away.\n\n2 Him altogether praise I with the song and hymns our fathers sang, and with Nabhaka's eulogies,-\n\nHim dwelling at the rivers' source, surrounded by his Sisters Seven.\n\n3 The nights he hath encompassed, and stablished the morns with magic art visible over all is he.\n\nHis dear Ones, following his Law, have prospered the Three Dawns for him.\n\n4 He, visible o'er all the earth, stablished the quarters of the sky:\n\nHe measured out the eastern place, that is the fold of Varuna: like a strong herdsman is the God.\n\n5 He who supports the worlds of life, he who well knows the hidden names mysterious of the morning beams,\n\nHe cherishes much wisdom, Sage, as heaven brings forth each varied form.\n\n6 In whom all wisdom centres, as the nave is set within the wheel.\n\nHaste ye to honour Trita, as kine haste to gather in the fold, even as they muster steeds to yoke.\n\n7 He wraps these regions as a robe; he contemplates the tribes of Gods and all the works of mortal men.\n\nBefore the home of Varuna all the Gods follow his decree.\n\n8 He is an Ocean far-removed, yet through the heaven to him ascends the worship which these realms possess.\n\nWith his bright foot he overthrew their magic, and went up to heaven.\n\n9 Ruler, whose bright far-seeing rays, pervading all three earths, have filled the three superior realms of heaven.\n\nFirm is the seat of Varuna: over the Seven he rules as King.\n\n10 Who, after his decree, o'erspread the Dark Ones with a robe of light;\n\nWho measured out the ancient seat, who pillared both the worlds apart as the Unborn supported heaven. Let all the others die away.\n\n#### HYMN XLII Varuna.\n\n1. LORD of all wealth, the Asura propped the heavens, and measured out the broad earth's wide expanses.\n\nHe, King supreme, approached all living creatures. All these are Varuna's holy operations.\n\n2 So humbly worship Varuna the Mighty revere the wise Guard of World Immortal.\n\nMay he vouchsafe us triply-barred protection. O Earth and Heaven, within your lap preserve us.\n\n3 Sharpen this song of him who strives his utmost, sharpen, God Varuna, his strength and insight;\n\nMay we ascend the ship that bears us safely, whereby we may pass over all misfortune.\n\n4 Asvins, with songs the singer stones have made you hasten hitherward,\n\nNasatyas, to the Soma-draught. Let all the others die away.\n\n5 As the sage Atri with his hymns, O Asvins, called you eagerly,\n\nNasatyas, to the Soma-draught. Let all the others die away.\n\n6 So have I called you to our aid, even as the wise have called of old,\n\nNasatyas, to the Soma-draught. Let all the others die away.\n\n#### HYMN XLIII. Agni.\n\n1. THESE songs of mine go forth as lauds of Agni, the disposing Sage,\n\nWhose worshipper is ne'er o'erthrawn.\n\n2 Wise Agni Jatavedas, I beget a song of praise for thee.\n\nWho willingly receivest it.\n\n3 Thy sharpened flames, O Agni, like the gleams of light that glitter through,\n\nDevour the forests with their teeth.\n\n4 Gold-coloured, bannered with the smoke, urged by the wind, aloft to heaven\n\nRise, lightly borne, the flames of fire.\n\n5 These lightly kindled fiery flames are all around made visible,\n\nEven as the glearaings of the Dawns.\n\n6 As Jatavedas speeds along, the dust is black beneath his feet,\n\nWhen Agni spreads upon the earth.\n\n7 Making the plants his nourishment, Agni devours and wearies not,\n\nSeeking the tender shrubs again.\n\n8 Bending him down with all his tongues, he flickers with his fiery glow\n\nSplendid is Agni in the woods.\n\n9 Agni, thine home is in the floods: into the plants thou forcest way,\n\nAnd as their Child art born anew.\n\n10 Worshipped with offerings shines thy flame, O Agni, from the sacred oil,\n\nWith kisses on the ladle's mouth.\n\n11 Let us serve Agni with our hymns, Disposer, fed on ox and cow,\n\nWho bears the Soma on his back.\n\n12 Yea, thee, O Agni, do we seek with homage and with fuel, Priest\n\nWhose wisdom is most excellent.\n\n13 O worshipped with oblations, pure Agni, we call on thee as erst,\n\nDid Bhrgu, Manus, Angiras.\n\n14 For thou, O Agni, by the fire, Sage by the Sage, Good by the Good,\n\nFriend by the Friend, art lighted up.\n\n15 So wealth in thousands, food with store of heroes give thou to the sage,\n\nO Agni, to the worshipper.\n\n16 O Agni, Brother, made by strength, Lord of red steeds and brilliant sway,\n\nTake pleasure in this laud of mine.\n\n17 My praises, Agni, go to thee, as the cows seek the stall to meet,\n\nThe lowing calf that longs for milk.\n\n18 Agni, best Angiras, to thee all people who have pleasant homes,\n\nApart, have turned as to their wish.\n\n19 The sages skilled in holy song and thin. kers with their thoughts have urged\n\nAgni to share the sacred feast.\n\n20 So, Agni, unto thee the Priest, Invoker, strong in forays, pray\n\n'nose who spin out the sacrifice.\n\n21 In many a place, the same in look art thou, a Prince o'er all the tribes\n\nIn battles we invoke thine aid.\n\n22 Pray thou to Agni, pray to him who blazes served with sacred oil:\n\nLet him give ear to this our call.\n\n23 We call on thee as such, as one who hears, as Jatavedas, one,\n\nAgni! who beats away our foes.\n\n24 I pray to Agni, King of men, the Wonderful, the President\n\nOf holy Laws: may he give ear.\n\n25 Him like a bridegroom, him who stirs all people, like a noble horse,\n\nLike a fleet steed, we instigate.\n\n26 Slaying things deadly, burning up foes, Riksasas, on every side,\n\nShine, Agni, with thy sharpened flame.\n\n27 Thou whom the people kindle even as Manus did, best Angiras!\n\nO Agni, mark thou this my speech.\n\n28 O Agni, made by strength! be thou born in the heavens or born in floods,\n\nAs such we call on thee with songs.\n\n29 Yea, all the people, all the folk who have good dwellings, each apart,\n\nSend food for thee to eat thereof.\n\n30 O Agni, so may we, devout, gazed at by men, throughout our days,\n\nPass lightly over all distress.\n\n31 We venerate with cheerful hearts the cheerful Agni, dear to all,\n\nBurning, with purifying flame.\n\n32 So thou, O Agni rich in light, beaming like Surya with thy rays\n\nBoldly demolishest the gloom,\n\n33 We pray to thee for this thy gift, Victor the gift that faileth not,\n\nO Agni, choicest wealth from thee.\n\n#### HYMN XLIV. Agni.\n\n1. PAY service unto Agni with your fuel, rouse your Guest with oil:\n\nIn him present your offerings.\n\n2 Agni, do thou accept my laud, be magnified by this my song:\n\nWelcome my sweedy-spoken words.\n\n3 Agni, envoy, I place in front; the oblation-bearer I address:\n\nHere let him seat the Deities.\n\n4 Agni, the lofty flames of' thee enkindled have gone up on high,\n\nThy bright flames, thou Refulgent One.\n\n5 Beloved! let my ladles full of sacred oil come near to thee:\n\nAgni, accept our offerings.\n\n6 I worship Agni-may he hear!-the cheerful, the Invoker, Priest,\n\nOf varied splendour, rich in light.\n\n7 Ancient Invoker, meet for praise, beloved Agni, wise and strong,\n\nThe visitant of solemn rites.\n\n8 Agni, best Angiras, accept straightway these offerings, and guide\n\nThe seasonable sacrifice.\n\n9 Excellent God, with brilliant flames, enkindled bring thou hitherward,\n\nKnowing the way, the Heavenly Host.\n\n10 Him, Sage and Herald, void of guile, ensign of sacrifices, him\n\nSmoke-bannered, rich in light, we seek.\n\n11 O Agni, be our Guardian thou, God, against those who injure us:\n\nDestroy our foes, thou Son of Strength.\n\n12 Making his body beautiful, Agni the Sage hath waxen by\n\nThe singer and his ancient hymn.\n\n13 I invocate the Child of Strength, Agni with purifying flame,\n\nAt this well-ordered sacrifice.\n\n14 So Agni, rich in many friends, with fiery splendour, seat thyself\n\nWith Gods upon our sacred grass.\n\n15 The mortal man who serves the God Agni within his own abode,\n\nFor him he causes wealth to shine.\n\n16 Agni is head and height of heaven, the Master of the earth is he:\n\nHe quickeneth the watere seed.\n\n17 Upward, O Agni, rise thy flames, pure and resplendent, blazing high,\n\nThy lustres, fair effulgences.\n\n18 For, Agni, thou as Lord of Light rulest o'er choicest gifts: may I,\n\nThy singer, find defence in thee.\n\n19 O Agni, they who understand stir thee to action with their thoughts:\n\nSo let our songs enhance thy might.\n\n20 We ever claim the friendship of Agni, the singing messenger,\n\nOf God-like nature, void of guile.\n\n21 Agni who bears most holy sway, the holy Singer, holy Sage,\n\nShines holy when we worship him.\n\n22 Yea, let my meditations, let my songs exalt thee evermore.\n\nThink, Agni, of our friendly bond,\n\n23 If I were thou and thou wert I, O Agni, every prayer of thine\n\nShould have its due fulfilment here.\n\n24 For Excellent and Lord of wealth. art thou O Agni, rich in light:\n\nMay we enjoy thy favouring grace.\n\n25 Agni, to thee whose laws stand fast our resonant songs of praise speed forth,\n\nAs rivers hasten to the sea.\n\n26 Agni, the Youthful Lord of men, who stirreth much and eateth all,\n\nThe Sage, I glorify with hymns.\n\n27 To Agni let us haste with lauds, the Guide of sacrificial rites,\n\nArmed with sharp teeth, the Mighty One.\n\n28 And let this man, good Agni, be with thee the singer of thy praise:\n\nBe gracious, Holy One, to him.\n\n29 For thou art sharer of our feast, wise, ever watchful as a Sage:\n\nAgni, thou shinest in the sky.\n\n30 O Agni, Sage, before our foes, before misfortunes fall on us,\n\nExcellent Lord, prolong our lives.\n\n#### HYMN XLV. Indra\n\n1. HITHERWARD! they who light flame and straightway trim the sacred grass.\n\nWhose Friend is Indra ever young.\n\n2 High is their fuel, great their laud, wide is their splinter from the stake,\n\nWhose Friend is Indra ever young.\n\n3 Unequelled in fight the hero leads his army with the warrior chiefs.\n\nWhose Friend is Indra ever young.\n\n4 The new-born Vrtra-slayer asked his Mother, as he seized his shaft,\n\nWho are the fierce? Who are renowned?\n\n5 Savasi answered, He who seeks thine enmity will battle like\n\nA stately elephant on a hill.\n\n6 And hear, O Maghavan; to him who craves of thee thou grantest all\n\nWhate'er thou makest firm is firm.\n\n7 What time the Warrior Indra goes to battle, borne by noble steeds,\n\nBest of all charioteers is he.\n\n8 Repel, O Thunder-armed, in all directions all attacks on us:\n\nAnd be our own most glorious God.\n\n9 May Indra set our car in front, in foremost Place to win the spoil,\n\nHe whom the wicked injure not.\n\n10 Thine enmity may we escape, and, gakra, for thy bounty, rich\n\nIn kine, may we come near to thee\n\n11 Softly approaching, Thunder-armed wealthy by hundreds, rich in steeds,\n\nUnrivalled, readywith our gifts.\n\n12 For thine exalted excellence gives to thy worshippers each day\n\nHundreds and thousands of thy boons.\n\n13 Indra, we know thee breaker-down even of trong forts, winner of spoil,\n\nA:one who conquers wealth for us.\n\n14 Though thou art highest, Sage and Bold let the drops cheer thee when we come\n\nTo thee as to a trafficker.\n\n15 Bring unto us the treasure of the opulent man who, loth to give,\n\nHath slighted thee for gain of wealth.\n\n16 Indra, these friends of ours, supplied with Soma, wait and look to thee,\n\nAs men with fodder to the herd.\n\n17 And thee who art not deaf, whose cars are quick to listen, for our aid,\n\nWe call to us from far away.\n\n18 When thou hast listened, make our call one which thou never wilt forget,\n\nAnd be our very nearest Friend.\n\n19 When even now, when we have been in trouble, we have thought of thee,\n\nO Indra, give us gifts of kine.\n\n20 O Lord of Strength, we rest on thee, as old men rest upon a staff:\n\nWe long to have. thee dwell with us.\n\n21 To Indra sing a song of praise, Hero of mighty valour, him\n\nWhom no one challenges to war.\n\n22 Hero, the Soma being shed, I pour the juice for thee to drink:\n\nSate thee and finish thy carouse.\n\n23 Let not the fools, or those who mock beguile thee when they seek thine aid\n\nLove not the enemies of prayer.\n\n24 Here let them with rich milky draught cheer thee to great munificence:\n\nDrink as the wild-bull drinks the lake.\n\n25 Proclaim in our assemblies what deeds, new and ancient, far away,\n\nThe Vrtra-slayer hath achieved.\n\n26 In battle of a thousand arms Indra drank Kadru's Soma juice:\n\nThere he displayed his manly might.\n\n27 True undeniabIc strength he found in Yadu and in Turvasa,\n\nAnd conquered through the sacrifice.\n\n28 Him have I magnified, our Lord in, common, Guardian of your folk,\n\nDiscloser of great wealth in kine;\n\n29 Rbhuksan, not to be restrained, who strengthened Tugra's son in lauds,\n\nIndra beside the flowingjuice;\n\n30 Who for Trisoka clave the hill that formed a wide receptacle,\n\nSo that the cows might issue forth.\n\n31 Whate'er thy plan or purpose be, whate'er, in transport, thou wouldst do,\n\nDo it not, Indra, but be kind.\n\n32 But little hath been heard of done upon the earth by one like thee i\n\nLet thine heart, Indra, turn to us.\n\n33 Thine then shall be this high renown, thine shall these lofty praises be,\n\nWhen, Indra, thou art kind to us.\n\n34 Not for one trespass, not for two, O Hero, slay us, nor for three,\n\nNor yet for many trespasses.\n\n35 I fear one powerful like thee, the crusherdown of enemies,\n\nMighty, repelling all attacks.\n\n36 O wealthy God, ne'er may I live to see my friend or son in need*:\n\nHitherward let thy heart be turned.\n\n37 What friend, O people, unprovoked, hath ever said unto a friend,\n\nHe turns and leaves us in distress?\n\n38 Hero, insatiate enjoy this Soma juice so near to thee,\n\nEven as a hunter rushing down.\n\n39 Hither I draw those Bays of thine yoked\n\nby our hymn, with splendid car,\n\nThat thou mayst give unto the priests.\n\n40 Drive all our enemies away, smite down the foes who press around,\n\nAnd bring the wealth for which we long:\n\n41 O Tndra, that which is concealed in strong firm place precipitous:\n\nBring us the wealth for which we long\n\n42 Great riches which the world of men shall recognize as sent by thbe:\n\nBring us the wealth for which we long.\n\n#### HYMN XLVI. Indra.\n\n1. WE, Indra, Lord of ample wealth, our Guide, depend on one like thee,\n\nThou driver of the Tawny Steeds.\n\n2 For, Hurler of the Bolt, we know thee true, the giver of our food,\n\nWe know the giver of our wealth.\n\n3 O thou whose majesty the bards celebrate with their songs, thou Lord,\n\nOf hundred powers and hundred aids.\n\n4 Fair guidance hath the mortal man whom Aryaman, the Marut host,\n\nAnd Mitra, void of guile, protect.\n\n5 Kine, steeds, and hero strength he gains, and prospers, by the Adityas sped,\n\nEver in wealth which all desire.\n\n6 We pray to Indra for his gift, to him the Fearless and the Strong,\n\nWe pray to him the Lord of wealth.\n\n7 For verily combined in him are all the fearless powers of aid.\n\nHim, rich in wealth, let swift Steeds bring to us, his Bays, to Soma juice for his carouse:\n\n8 Yea, that most excellent carouse, Indra, which slays most enemies,\n\nWith Heroes wins the light of heaven, and is invincible in war:\n\n9 Which merits fame, all-bountiful! and, unsubdued, hath victory in deeds of might.\n\nSo come to our libations, Strongest! Excellent! May we obtain a stall of kine.\n\n10 Responding to our wish for cows, for steeds, and chariots, as of old,\n\nBe gracious, Greatest of the Great\n\n11 For, Hero, nowhere can I find the bounds of thy munificence.\n\nStill do thou favour us, O Bolt-armed Maghavan: with strength hast thou rewarded hymns.\n\n12 High, glorifier of his friend, he knows all generations, he whom many praise.\n\nAll races of mankind with ladies lifted up invoke that Mighty Indra's aid.\n\n13 Be he our Champion and Protector in great deeds, rich in all wealth, the Vrtra-slayer, Maghavan.\n\n14 In the wild raptures of the juice sing to your Hero with high laud, to him the Wise,\n\nTo Indra, glorious in his name, the Mighty One, even as the hymn alloweth it.\n\n15 Thou givest wealth to me myself, thou givest treasure, Excellent! and the strong steed,\n\nO Much-invoked, in deeds of might, yea, even now.\n\n16 Him, Sovran Ruler of all precious things, who even hath power o'er this fair form of his,\n\nAs now it taketh shape, and afterward,\n\n17 We praise, so that the Mighty One may speed to you, Pourer of boun ies, Traveller, prepared to go.\n\nThou favourest the Maruts known to all, by song and sacrifice.\n\nWith song and praise I sing to thee.\n\n18 We in the sacrifice perform their will whose voice is lifted high,\n\nThe worship of those Thundering Ories who o'er the ridges of these mountains fly in troops.\n\n19 O Indra, Mightiest, bring us that which crushes men of evil minds,\n\nWealth suited to our needs, O Stirrer of the thought, best wealth, O thou who stirrest thought.\n\n20 O Winner, noble winner, strong, wondrous, most splendid, excellent,\n\nSole Lord of victory, bring all-ovcrpowering wealth, joy-giving, chief in deeds of might.\n\n21 Now let the godless man approach who hath received reward so great\n\nAs Vasa, Asvya, when this light of morning dawned, received from Prthusravas, from Kanita's son.\n\n22 Steeds sixty thousand and ten thousand kine, and twenty hundred camels I obtained;\n\nTen hundred brown in hue, and other ten red in three spots: in all, ten thousand kine.\n\n23 Ten browns that make my wealth increase, fleet steeds whose tails are long and fair,\n\nTurn with swift whirl my chariot wheel;\n\n24 The gifts which Prthusravas gave, Kanita's son munificent.\n\nHe gave a chariot wrought of gold: the prince was passing bountiful, and won himself most lofty fame.\n\n25 Come thou to this great rite of ours, Vayu! to give us vigorous light.\n\nWe have served thee that thou mightest give much to us, yea, mightest quickly give great wealth.\n\n26 Who with thrice seven times seventy horses comes to us, invested with the rays of morn,\n\nThrough these our Soma-draughts and those who press, to give, drinker of pure bright Soma Juice.\n\n27 Who hath inclined this glorious one, buunteous himself, to give me gifts.\n\nBorne on firm chariot with the prosperous Nahup, wise, to a man yet more devout.\n\n28 Sole Lord in beauty meet for praise, O Vayu, dropping fatness down,\n\nHurried along by steeds, by camels, and by hounds, spreads forth thy train: even this it is.\n\n29 So, as a prize dear to the strong, the sixty thousand have I gained,\n\nBulls that resemble vigorous steeds.\n\n30 To me come oxen like a herd, yea, unto me the oxen come.\n\n31 And in the grazing herd he made a hundred camels bleat for me,\n\nAnd twenty hundred mid the white.\n\n32 A hundred has the sage received, Dasa Balbutha's and Taruksa's gifts.\n\nThese are thy people, Vayu, who rejoice with Indra for their guard, rejoice with Gods for guards.\n\n33 And now to Vasa Asvya here this stately woman is led forth,\n\nAdorned with ornaments of gold.\n\n#### HYMN XLVII. Adityas.\n\n1. GREAT help ye give the worshipper, Varuna, Mitra, Mighty Ones! No sorrow ever reaches him whom ye, Adityas, keep from harm. Yours are incomparable aids, and good the succour they afford.\n\n2 O Gods, Adityas, well ye know the way to keep all woes afar.\n\nAs the birds spread their sheltering wings, spread your protection over us.\n\n3 As the birds spread their sheltering wings let your protection cover us.\n\nWe mean all shelter and defence, ye who have all things for your own.\n\n4 To whomsoever they, Most Wise, have given a home and means of life,\n\nO'er the whole riches of this man they, the Adityas, have control.\n\n5 As drivers of the car avoid ill roads, let sorrows pass us by.\n\nMay we be under Indra's guard, in the Adityas' favouring grace.\n\n6 For verily men sink and faint through loss of wealth which ye have given.\n\nMuch hath he gained from you, O Gods, whom ye, Adityas, have approached.\n\n7 On him shall no fierce anger fall, no sore distress shall visit him,\n\nTo whom, Adityas, ye have lent your shelter that extendeth far.\n\n8 Resting in you, O Gods, we are like men who fight in coats of mail.\n\nYe guard us from each great offence, ye guard us from each lighter fault.\n\n9 May Aditi defend us, may Aditi guard and shelter us,\n\nMother of wealthy Mitra and of Aryaman and Varuna.\n\n10 The shelter, Gods, that is secure, auspicious, free from malady,\n\nA sure protection, triply strong, even that do ye extend to us.\n\n11 Look down on us, Adityas, as a guide exploring from the bank.\n\nLead us to pleasant ways as men lead horses to an easy ford.\n\n12 Ill be it for the demons' friend to find us or come near to us.\n\nBut for the milch-cow be it well, and for the man who strives for fame.\n\n13 Each evil deed made manifest, and that which is concealed, O Gods,\n\nThe whole thereof remove from us to Trita Aptya far away.\n\n14 Daughter of Heaven, the dream that bodes evil to us or to our kine,\n\nRemove, O Lady of the Light, to Trita Aptya far away.\n\n15 Even if, O Child of Heaven, it make a garland or a chain of gold,\n\nThe whole bad dream, whate'cr it be, to Trita Aptya we consign.\n\n16 To him whose food and work is this, who comes to take his share therein,\n\nTo Trita, and to Dvita, Dawn! bear thou the evil dream away.\n\n17 As we collect the utmost debt, even the eighth and sixteenth part,\n\nSo unto Aptya we transfer together all the evil dream.\n\n18 Now have we conquered and obtained, and from our trespasses are free.\n\nShine thou away the evil dream, O Dawn, whereof we are afraid. Yours are incomparable aids, and good the succour they afford.\n\n#### HYMN XLVIII. Soma.\n\n1. WISELY have I enjoyed the savoury viand, religious-thoughted, best to find out treasure,\n\nThe food to which all Deities and mortals, calling it meath, gather themselves together.\n\n2 Tlou shalt be Aditi as thou hast entered within, appeaser of celestial anger.\n\nIndu, enjoying Indra's friendship, bring us - as a swift steed the car - forward to riches.\n\n3 We have drunk Soma and become immortal; we have attained the light, the Gods discovered.\n\nNow what may foeman's malice do to harm us? What, O Immortal, mortal man's deception?\n\n4 Absorbed into the heart, be sweet, O Indu, as a kind father to his son, O Soma,\n\nAs a wise Friend to friend: do thou, wide-ruler, O Soma, lengthen out our days for living.\n\n5 These glorious drops that give me freedom have I drunk. Closely they knit my joints as straps secure a car.\n\nLet them protect my foot from slipping on the way: yea, let the drops I drink preserve me from disease.\n\n6 Make me shine bright like fire produced by friction: give us a clearer sight and make us better.\n\nFor in carouse I think of thee, O Soma, Shall I, as a rich man, attain to comfort?\n\n7 May we enjoy with an enlivened spirit the juice thou givest, like ancestral riches.\n\nO Soma, King, prolong thou our existence as Surya makes the shining days grow longer.\n\n8 King Soma, favour us and make us prosper: we are thy devotees; of this be mindful.\n\nSpirit and power are fresh in us, O Indu give us not up unto our foeman's pleasure.\n\n9 For thou hast settled in each joint, O Soma, aim of men's eyes and guardian of our bodies.\n\nWhen we offend against thine holy statutes, as a kind Friend, God, best of all, be gracious.\n\n10 May I be with the Friend whose heart is tender, who, Lord of Bays! when quaffed will never harm me-\n\nThis Soma now deposited within me. For this, I pray for longer life to Indra.\n\n11 Our maladies have lost their strength and vanished: they feared, and passed away into the darkness.\n\nSoma hath risen in us, exceeding mighty, and we are come where men prolong existence.\n\n12, Fathers, that Indu which our hearts have drunken, Immortal in himself, hath entered mortals.\n\nSo let us serve this Soma with oblation, and rest securely in his grace and favour.\n\n13 Associate with the Fathers thou, O Soma, hast spread thyself abroad through earth and heaven.\n\nSo with oblation let us serve thee, Indu, and so let us become the lords of riches,\n\n14 Give us your blessing, O ye Gods' preservers. Never may sleep or idle talk control us.\n\nBut evermore may we, as friends of Soma, speak to the synod with brave sons around us.\n\n15 On all sides,. Soma, thou art our life-giver: aim of all eyes, light-finder, come within us.\n\nIndu, of one accord with thy protections both from behind and from before preserve us.\n\n#### HYMN XLIX. Agni.\n\n1. AGNI, come hither with thy fires; we choose thee as Invoking Priest.\n\nLet the extended ladle full of oil balm thee, best Priest, to sit on sacred grass.\n\n2 For unto thee, O Angiras, O Son of Strength, move ladles in the sacrifice.\n\nTo Agni, Child of Force, whose locks drop oil, we seek, foremost in sacrificial rites.\n\n3 Agni, thou art Disposer, Sage, Herald, bright God! and worshipful,\n\nBest offercr, cheerful, to be praised in holy rites, pure Lord! by singers with their hymns.\n\n4 Most Youthful and Eternal, bring the longing Gods to me, the guileless, for the feast.\n\nCome, Vasu, to the banquet that is well-prepared: rejoice thee, gracious, with our songs.\n\n5 Famed art thou, Agni, far and wide, Preserver, righteous, and a Sage.\n\nThe holy singers, O refulgent kindled God! arrangers, call on thee to come -\n\n6 Shine, Most Resplendent! blaze, send bliss unto the folk, and to thy worshipper\n\nGreat art thou.\n\nSo may my princes, with good fires, subduing foes, rest in the keeping of the Gods.\n\n7 O Agni, as thou burnest down to earth even high-grown underwood,\n\nSo, bright as Mitra is, burn him who injures us, him who plots ill against thy friend.\n\n8 Give us not as a prey to mortal enemy, nor to the wicked friend of fiends.\n\nWith conquering guards, auspicious, unassailable, protect us, O Most Youthful God.\n\n9 Protect us, Agni, through the first, protect us through the second hymn,\n\nProtect us through three hymns, O Lord of Power and Might, through four hymns, Vasu, guard thou us.\n\n10 Preserve us from each fiend who brings the Gods no gift, preserve thou us in deeds of strength:\n\nFor we possess in thee the nearest Friend of all, for service of the Gods and weal.\n\n11 O Holy Agni, give us wealth renowned with men and strengthening life.\n\nBestow on us, O Helper, that which many crave, more glorious still by righteousness;\n\n12 Wherewith we may o'ercome our rivals in the war, o'erpowering the foe's designs.\n\nSo wax thou by our food, O Excellent in strength. Quicken our thoughts that find out wealth.\n\n13 Agni is even as a bull who whets and brandishes his horns.\n\nWell-sharpened are his jaws which may not be withstood: the Child of Strength hath powerful teeth.\n\n14 Not to be stayed, O Bull, O Agni, are thy teeth when thou art spreading far and wide.\n\nMake our ohlations duly offired up, O Priest, and give us store of precious things.\n\n15 Thou liest in the wood: from both thy Mothers mortals kindle thee.\n\nUnweariedly thou bearest up the offerer's gifts, then shinest bright among the Gods.\n\n16 And so the seven priests, O Agni, worship thee, Free-giver, Everlasting One.\n\nThou cIeavest through the rock with heat and fervent glow. Agni, rise up above the men.\n\n17 For you let us whose grass is trimmed call Agni, Agni, restless God.\n\nLet us whose food is offered call to all the tribes Agni the Invoking Priest of men.\n\n18 Agni, with noble psalm that tells his wish he dwells, thinking on thee who guardest him.\n\nSpeedily bring us strength of many varied sorts to be most near to succour us.\n\n19 Agni, Praise-singer! Lord of men, God burner-up of Raksasas,\n\nMighty art thou, the ever-present Household-Lord, Home-friend and Guardian from the sky.\n\n20 Let no fiend come among us, O thou rich in light, no spell of those who deal in spells.\n\nTo distant pastures drive faint hunger: far away, O Agni, chase the demons' friends.\n\n#### HYMN L. Indra.\n\n1. BOTH boons,-may Indra, hitherward turned, listen to this prayer of ours,\n\nAnd mightiest Maghavan with thought inclined to us come near to drink the Soma juice.\n\n2 For him, strong, independent Ruler, Heaven and Earth have fashioned forth for power and might.\n\nThou seatest thee as first among thy peers in place, for thy soul longs for Soma juice.\n\n3 Fill thyself full, O Lord of wealth, O Indra, with the juice we shed.\n\nWe know thee, Lord of Bay Steeds victor in the fight, vanquishing e'en the invincible.\n\n4 Changeless in truth, O Maghavan Indra, let it be as thou in wisdom willest it.\n\nMay we, O fair of check, win booty with thine aid, O Thunderer, swiftly seeking it.\n\n5 Indra, with all thy saving helps give us assistance, Lord of power.\n\nFor after thee we follow even as glorious bliss, thee, Hero, finder-out of wealth.\n\n6 Increaser of our steeds and multiplying kine, a golden well, O God, art thou,\n\nFor no one may impair the gifts laid up in thee. Bring me whatever thing I ask.\n\n7 For thou,-come to the worshipper!-wilt find great wealth to make us rich.\n\nFill thyself full, O Maghavan, for gain of kine, full, Indra, for the gain of steeds.\n\n8 Thou as thy gift bestowest many hundred herds, yea, many thousands dost thou give.\n\nWith singers' hymns have we brought the Fort-render near, singing to Indra for his grace.\n\n9 Whether the simple or the sage, Indra, have offered praise to thee,\n\nHe Satakratu! by his love hath gladdened thee, ambitious! ever pressing on!\n\n10 If he the Strong of arm, the breaker-down of forts, the great Destroyer, hear my call,\n\nWe, seeking riches cry to Indra, Lord of wealth, to Satakratu with our lauds.\n\n11 We count not then as sinners, nor as niggardly or foolish men,\n\nWhen with the Soma juice which we have shed we make Indra, the Mighty One, our Friend.\n\n12 Him have we yoked in fight, the powerful Conqueror, debt-claimer, not to be deceived.\n\nBest charioteer, the Victor marks each fault, he knows the strong to whom he will come near.\n\n13 Indra, give us security from that whereof we are afraid.\n\nHelp us, O Maghavan, let thy succour give us this: drive away foes and enemies.\n\n14 For thou, O liberal Lord of bounty, strengthenest his ample home who worships thee.\n\nSo Indra, Maghavan, thou Lover of the Song, we with pressed Soma call on thee,\n\n15 Indra is Vrtra-slayer, guard, our best defender from the foe.\n\nMay he preserve our last and middlemost, and keep watch from behind us and before.\n\n16 Defend us from behind, below, above, in front, on all sides, Indra, shield us well.\n\nKeep far away from us the terror sent from heaven: keep impious weapons far away.\n\n17 Protect us, Indra, each to-day, each morrow, and each following day.\n\nOur singers, through all days, shalt thou, Lord of the brave, keep safely both by day and night.\n\n18 A crushing Warrior, passing rich is Maghavan, endowed with all heroic might.\n\nThine arms, O Satakratu, are exceeding strong, arms which have grasped the thunderbolt.\n\n#### HYMN LI. Indra.\n\n1. OFFER ye up as praise to him that wherein Indra takes delight.\n\nThe Soma-bringers magnify Indra's great energy with hymns. Good are the gifts that Indra gives.\n\n2 Sole among chiefs, companionless, impetuous, and peerless, he\n\nHath waxen great o'er many folk, yea., over all things born, in might.\n\n3 Lord of swift bounty, he will win e'en with a steed of worthless sort.\n\nThis, Indra, must be told of thee who wilt perform heroic deeds.\n\n4 Come to us.hither: let us pay devotions that enhance thy might,\n\nFor which, Most Potent! thou wouldst fain bless the man here who strives for fame.\n\n5 For thou, O Indra, makest yet more bold the spirit of the bold\n\nWho with strong Soma serveth thee, still ready with his reverent prayers.\n\n6 Worthy of song, he looketh down as a man looketh into wells.\n\nPleased with the Soma-bringer's skill he maketh him his mate and friend.\n\n7 In strength and wisdom all the Gods, Indra, have yielded unto thee.\n\nBe thou the Guard of all, O thou whom many praise.\n\n8 Praised, Indra, is this might of thine, best for the service of the Gods,\n\nThat thou with power dost slay Vrtra, O Lord of Strength.\n\n9 He makes the races of mankind like synods of the Beauteous One.\n\nIndra knows this his manifest deed, and is renowned.\n\n10 Thy might, O Indra, at its birth, thee also, and thy mental power,\n\nIn thy care, Maghavan rich in kine! they have increased exceedingly.\n\n11 O Vrtra-slayer, thou and I will both combine for winning spoil.\n\nEven malignity will consent, O Bolt-armed Hero, unto us.\n\n12 Let us extol this Indra as truthful and never as untrue.\n\nDire is his death who pours no gifts great light hath he who offers them. Good are the gifts that Indra gives.\n\n#### HYMN LII. Indra.\n\n1. WITH powers of Mighty Ones hath he, Ancient, Beloved, been equipped,\n\nThrough whom the Father Manu made prayers cfficacious with the Gods.\n\n2 Him, Maker of the sky, let stones wet with the Soma ne'er forsake,\n\nNor hymns and prayer that must be said.\n\n3 Indra who knew full well disclosed the kine to the Angirases.\n\nThis his great deed must be extolled.\n\n4 Indra, promoter of the song, the sage's Strengthener as of old,\n\nShall come to bless and succour us at presentation of this laud.\n\n5 Now after their desire's intent the pious singers with the cry\n\nOf Hail! have sung loud hymns to thee, Indra, to gain a stall of kine.\n\n6 With Indra rest all deeds of might, deeds done and yet to be performed,\n\nWhom singers know devoid of guile.\n\n7 When the Five Tribes with all their men to Indra have sent out their voice,\n\nAnd when the priest hath strewn much grass, this is the Friend's own dwellingpiace.\n\n8 This praise is verily thine own: thou hast performed these manly deeds,\n\nAnd sped the wheel upon its way.\n\n9 At the o'erflowing of this Steer, boldly he strode for life, and took\n\nSoma as cattle take their corn.\n\n10 Receiving this and craving help, we, who with you are Daksa's sons,\n\nWould fain exalt the Maruts' Lord.\n\n11 Yea, Hero, with the singers we sing.to the duly-coming Band.\n\nAllied with tbee may we prevail.\n\n12 With us are raining Rudras, clouds accordant in call to battle, at the death of Vrtra,\n\nThe strong assigned to him who sings and praises. May Gods with Indra at their head protect us.\n\n#### HYMN LIII. Andra.\n\n1. MAY our hymns give thee great delight. Display thy bounty, Thunderer.\n\nDrive off the enemies of prayer.\n\n2 Crush with thy foot the niggard churls who bring no gifts. Mighty art thou\n\nThere is not one to equal thee.\n\n3 Thou art the Lord of Soma pressed, Soma impressed is also thine.\n\nThou art the Sovran of the folk.\n\n4 Come, go thou forth, dwelling in heaven and listening to the prayers of men:\n\nThou fillest both the heavens and earth.\n\n5 Even that hill with rocky heights, with hundreds, thousands, held within.\n\nThou for thy worshippers brakest through.\n\n6 We call on thee both night and day to taste the flowing Soma juice:\n\nDo thou fulfil our heart's desire.\n\n7 Where is that ever-youthful Steer, strong. necked and never yet bent down?\n\nWhat Brahman ministers to him?\n\n8 To whose libation doth the Steer, betake him with delight therein?\n\nWho takes delight in Indra now?\n\n9 Whom, Vrtra-slayer, have thy gift and hero powers accompanied?\n\nWho is thy dearest in the laud?\n\n10 For thee among mankind, among the Purus is this Soma shed.\n\nHasten thou hither: drink thereof.\n\n11 This, growing by Soma and by Saryanavan, dear to thee,\n\nIn Arjikiya, cheers thee best.\n\n12 Hasten thou hitherward, and drink this for munificence to-day,\n\nDelightful for thine eager draught.\n\n#### HYMN LIV. Indra.\n\n1. THOUGH, Indra, thou art called by men from east and west, from north and soutb,\n\nCome hither quickly with fleet steeds\n\n2 If in the effluence of heaven, rich in its light, thou takest joy,\n\nOr in the sea in Soma juice.\n\n3 With songs I call thee, Great and Wide, even as a cow to profit us,\n\nIndra, to drink the Soma-draught.\n\n4 Hither, O Indra, let thy Bays bear up and, bring upon thy car\n\nThy glory, God! and majesty.\n\n5 Thou, Indra, wouldst be sung and praised as great, strong, lordly in thy deeds\n\nCome hither, drink our Soma juice.\n\n6 We who have shed the Soma and prepared the feast are calling thee.\n\nTo sit on this our sacred grass.\n\n7 As, Indra, thou art evermore the common Lord of all alike,\n\nAs such we invocate thee now.\n\n8 The men with stones have milked for thee this nectar of the Soma juice:\n\nIndra, be pleased with it, and drink.\n\n9 Neglect all pious men with skill in sacred song: come hitherward,\n\nWith speed, and give us high renown.\n\n10 Gods, may the mighty rest unharmed, the King who gives me spotted kine,\n\nKine decked with golden ornaments.\n\n11 Beside a thousand spotted kine I have received a gift of gold,\n\nPure, brilliant, and exceeding great.\n\n12 Durgaha's grandsons, giving me a thousand kine, munificent,\n\nHave won renown among the Gods.\n\n#### HYMN LV. Indra.\n\n1. LOUD singing at the sacred rite where Soma flows we priests invoke\n\nWith haste, that he may help, as the bard's Cherisher, Indra who findeth wealth for you.\n\n2. Whom with fair helm, in rapture of the juice, the firm resistless slayers hinder not:\n\nGiver of glorious wealth to him who sing a his praise, honouring him who toils and pours:\n\n3 Sakra, who like a curry-comb for horses or a golden goad,\n\nIndra, the Vrtra-slayer, urges eagerly the opening of the stall of kine:\n\n4 Who for the worshipper scatters forth ample wealth, even though buried, piled in heaps:\n\nMay Indra, Lord of Bay Steeds, fair-helmed Thunderer, act at his pleasure, as he lists.\n\n5 Hero whom many praise, what thou hast longed for, oven of old, from men.\n\nAll that we offer unto thee, O Indra, now, sacrifice, laud, effectual speech.\n\n6 To Soma, Much-invoked, Bolt-armed! for thy carouse, Celestial, Soma-drinker come.\n\nThou to the man who- prays and pours the juice hast been best giver of delightful wealth.\n\n7 Here, verily, yesterday we let the Thunder-wielder drink his fill.\n\nSo in like manner offer him the jifice today. Now range you by the Glorious One.\n\n8 Even the wolf, the savage beast that rends the sheep, follows the path of his decrees.\n\nSo graciously accepting, Indra, this our praise, with wondrous thought come forth to us.\n\n9 What manly deed of vigour now remains that Indra hath not done?\n\nWho hath not heard his glorious title and his fame, the Vrtra-slayer from his birth?\n\n10 'How great his power resistless! how invincible the Vrtra-slayer's matchless might!\n\nIndra excels all usurers who see the day, excels all traffickers in strength.\n\n11 O Indra, Vrtra-slayer, we, thy very constant worshippers,\n\nBring prayers ne'er heard before to thee, O Much-invoked, O Thunder-armed, to be thy meed.\n\n12 O thou of mighty acts, the aids that are in thee call forward many an eager hope.\n\nPast the drink-offerings, Vasu, even of the good, hear my call, Strongest God, and come.\n\n13 Verily, Indra, we are thine, we worshippers depend on thee.\n\nFor there is none but only thou to show us race, O Maghavan, thou much invoked.\n\n14 From this our misery and famine set us free, from this dire curse deliver us.\n\nSuccour us with thine help and with tby wondrous thought. Most Mighty, finder of the way.\n\n15 Now let your Soma juice be poured; be not afraid, O Kali's sons.\n\nThis darkening sorrow goes away; yea, of itself it vanishes.\n\n#### HYMN LVI. Adityas.\n\n1. Now pray we to these Ksatriyas, to the Adityas for their aid,\n\nThese who are gracious to assist.\n\n2 May Mitra bear us oer distress, and Varuna and Aryaman,\n\nYea, the Adityas, as they know.\n\n3 For wonderful and meet for praise is these Adityas' saving help\n\nTo him who offers and prepares.\n\n4 The mighty aid of you, the Great, Varuna, Mitra, Aryarnan,\n\nWe claim to be our sure defence.\n\n5 Guard us, Adityas, still alive, before the deadly weapon strike:\n\nAre yc not they who hear our call?\n\n6 What sheltering defence ye have for him who toils in pouring gifts,\n\nGraciously bless ye us therewith.\n\n7 Adityas, Gods, from sorrow there is freedom; for the sinless, wealth,\n\nO ye in whom no fault is seen.\n\n8 Let not this fetter bind us fast: may he release us for success;\n\nFor strong is Indra and renowned.\n\n9 O Gods who fain would lend your aid, destroy not us as ye destroy\n\nYour enemies who go astray.\n\n10 And thee too, O Great Aditi, thee also, Goddess, I address,\n\nThee very gracious to assist.\n\n11 Save us in depth and shallow from the foe, thbu Mother of Strong Sons\n\nLet no one of our seed be harmed.\n\n12 Far-spread! wide-ruling! grant that we, unharmed by envy, may expand\n\nGrant that our progeny may live.\n\n13 Those who, the Princes of the folk, in native glory, neer deceived,\n\nMaintain their statutes, void of guilt-\n\n14 As such, from mouth of ravening wolves, O ye Adityas, rescue us,\n\nLike a bound thief, O Aditi.\n\n15 Adityas, let this arrow, yea, let this mali. gnity depart\n\nFrom us or eer it strike us dead.\n\n16 Fori Bountiful Adityas, we have evermore enjoyed your help,\n\nBoth now and in die days of old.\n\n17 To every one, O ye Most Wise, who turneth even from sin to you,\n\nYe Gods vouchsafe that he may live.\n\n18 May this new mercy profit us, which, ye Adityas, frees like one,\n\nBound from his bonds, O Aditi.\n\n19 O ye Adityas, this your might is not to be despised by us:\n\nSo be ye graciously inclined.\n\n20 Let not Vivasvan's weapon nor the shaft, Adityas, wrought with skill,\n\nDestroy us ere old age be nigh.\n\n21 On every side dispel all sin, Adityas, all hostility,\n\nIndigence, and combined attack.\n\n#### HYMN LVII. Indra.\n\n1. EVEN as a car to give us aid, we draw thee hither for our bliss,\n\nStrong in thy deeds, checking assault, Lord, Mightiest Indra, of the brave!\n\n2 Great in tby power and wisdom, Strong, with thought that comprehendeth all\n\nThou hast filled full with majesty.\n\n3 Thou very Mighty One, whose hands by virtue of thy greatness grasp,\n\nThe golden bolt that breaks its way.\n\n4 Your Lord of might that ne'er hath bent, that ruleth over all mankind,\n\nI call, that he, as he is wont, may aid the chariots and the men.\n\n5 Whom, ever furthering, in frays that win the light, in both the hosts\n\nMen call to succour and to help.\n\n6 Indra, the Strong, the measureless, worthy of praise, Most Bountiful,\n\nSole Ruler even over wealth.\n\n7 Him, for his ample bounty, him, this Indra do I urge to drink,\n\nWho, as his praise was sung of old, the Dancer, is the Lord of men.\n\n8 Thou Mighty One, whose friendship none of mortals ever hath obtained\n\nNone will attain unto thy might.\n\n9 Aided by thee, with thee allied, in frays for water and for sun,\n\nBolt-armed! may we win ample spoil.\n\n10 So seek we thee with sacrifice and songs, chief Lover of the Song,\n\nAs, in our battles Indra, thou to Purumayya gavest help.\n\n11 O Thunderer, thou whose friendship and whose onward guidance both are sweet,\n\nThy sacrifice must be prepared.\n\n12 To us, ourselves, give ample room, give for our dwelling ample room\n\nGive ample room to us to live.\n\n13 We count the banquet of the Gods a spacious pathway for the men,\n\nAnd for the cattle, and the car.\n\n14 Six men, yea, two and two, made glad with Soma juice, come near to me\n\nWith offerings pleasant to the taste.\n\n15 Two brown-hued steeds, Indrota's gift, two bays from Rksa's son were mine,\n\nFrom Asvamedha's son two red.\n\n16 From Atithigva good car-steeds; from Arksa rein-obeying steeds,\n\nFrom Asvamedha beauteous ones.\n\n17 Indrota, Atithigva's son, gave me six horses matched with mares\n\nAnd Patakratu gave besides.\n\n18 Marked above all, amid the brown, is the red mare Vrsanvati,\n\nObedient to the rein and whip.\n\n19 O bound to me by deeds of might, not even the man who loves to blame.\n\nHath found a single fault in you.\n\n#### HYMN LVIII. Indra.\n\n1. I SEND you forth the song of praise for Indu, hero-gladdener.\n\nWith hymn and plenty he invites you to complete the sacrifice.\n\n2 Thou wishest for thy kine a bull, for those who long for his approach,\n\nFor those who turn away from him, lord of thy cows whom none may kill.\n\n3 The dappled kine who stream with milk prepare his draught of Soma juice:\n\nClans in the birth-place of the Gods, in the three luminous realms of heaven.\n\n4 Praise, even as he is known, with song Indra the guardian of the kine,\n\nThe Son of Truth, Lord of the brave.\n\n5 Hither his Bay Steeds have been sent, red Steeds are on the sacred grass,,\n\nWhere we in concert sing our songs.\n\n6 For Indra Thunder-armed the kine have yielded mingled milk and meath,\n\nWhat time he found them in the vault.\n\n7 When I and Indra mount on high up to the Bright One's place and home,\n\nWe, having drunk of meath, will reach his seat whose Friends are three times seven.\n\n8 Sing, sing ye forth your songs of praise, ye Briyamedhas, sing your songs:\n\nYea, let young children sing their lauds as a strong castle praise ye him.\n\n9 Now loudly let the viol sound, the lute send out its voice with might,\n\nShrill be, the music of the string. To Indra. is the hymn up-raised.\n\n10 When bither speed the dappled cows, unflinching, easy to be milked,\n\nSeize quickly, as it bursts away, the Soma juice for Indra's drink.\n\n11 Indra hath drunk, Agni hath drunk. all Deities have drunk their fill.\n\nHere Varuna shall have his home, to whom the floods have sung aloud as motherkine unto their calves.\n\n12 Thou, Varuna, to whom belong Seven Rivers, art a glorious God.\n\nThe waters flow into thy throat as 'twere a pipe with ample mouth.\n\n13 He who hath made the fleet steeds spring, well-harnessed, to the worshipper,\n\nHe, the swift Guide, is that fair form that loosed the horses near at hand.\n\n14 Indra, the very Mighty, holds his enemies in utter scorn.\n\nHe, far away, and yet a child, cleft the cloud smitten by his voice.\n\n15 He, yet a boy exceeding small, mounted his newly-fashioned car.\n\nHe for his Mother and his Sire cooked the wild mighty buffalo.\n\n16 Lord of the home, fair-helmeted, ascend thy chariot wrought of gold.\n\nWe will attend the Heavenly One, the thousand-footed, red of hue, matchless, who blesses where he goes.\n\n17 With reverence they come hitherward to him as to. a Sovran lord,\n\nThat they may bring him near for this man's good success, to prosper and bestow his gifts.\n\n18 The Priyamedhas have observed the offering of the men of old,\n\nOf ancient custom, while they strewed the sacred grass, and spread their sacrificial food.\n\n#### HYMN LIX. Indra.\n\n1. HE who, as Sovran Lord of men, moves with his chariots unrestrained,\n\nThe Vrtra-slayer vanquisher, of fighting hosts, preeminent, is praised with song.\n\n2 Honour that Indra, Puruhanman! for his aid, in whose sustaining hand of old,\n\nThe splendid bolt of thunder was deposited, as the great Sun was set in heaven.\n\n3 No one by deed attains to him who works and strengthens evermore:\n\nNo, not by sacrifice, to Indra. praised o all, resistless, daring, bold in might.\n\n4 The potent Conqueror, invincible in war, him at whose birth the Mighty Ones,\n\nThe Kine who spread aftar, sent their loud voices out, heavens, earths seat their loud voices out,\n\n5 O Indra, if a hundred heavens and if a hundred earths were thine-\n\nNo, not a thousand Suns could match thee at thy birth, not both the worlds, O Thunderer.\n\n6 Thou, Hero, hast performed thy hero deeds with might, yea, all with strength, O Strongest One.\n\nMaghavan, help us to a stable full of kine, O Thunderer, with wondrous aids.\n\n7 Let not a godless mortal gain this food, O thou whose life is long!\n\nBut one who yokes the bright-hued steeds, the Etasas, even Indra yoker of the Bays.\n\n8 Urge ye the Conqueror to give, your Indra greatly to be praised,\n\nTo be invoked in shallow waters and in depths, to be invoked in deeds of might.\n\n9 O Vasu, O thou Hero, raise us up to ample opulence.\n\nRaise us to gain of mighty wealth, O Maghavan, O Indra, to sublime renown.\n\n10 Indra, thou justifiest us, and tramplest down thy slanderers.\n\nGuard thyself, valiant Hero, in thy vital parts: strike down the Dasa with thy blows.\n\n11 The man who brings no sacrifice, inhuman, godless, infidel,\n\nHim let his friend the mountain cast to rapid death, the mountain cast the Dasyu down.\n\n12 O Mightiest Indra, loving us, gather thou up, as grains of corn,\n\nWithin thine hand, of these their kine, to give away, yea, gather twice as loving us.\n\n13 O my companions, wish for power. How may we perfect Sara's praise,\n\nThe liberal princely patron, never to be harmed?\n\n14 By many a sage whose grass is trimmed thou art continually praised,\n\nThat thou, O Sara, hast bestowed here one and here another'calf.\n\n15 The noble, Suradeva's son, hath brought a calf, led by the car to three of us.\n\nAs a chief brings a goat to milk.\n\n#### HYMN LX. Agni.\n\n1. O AGNI, with thy mighty wealth guard us from all malignity,\n\nYea, from all hate of mortal man.\n\n2 For over thee, O Friend from birih, the wrath of man hath no control:\n\nNay, Guardian of the earth art thou.\n\n3 As such, with all the Gods, O Son of Strength, auspicious in thy flame.\n\nGive us wealth bringing all things good.\n\n4 Malignities stay not from wealth the mortal man whom, Agni, thou\n\nProtectest while he offers gifts.\n\n5 Sage Agni, be whom thou dost urge, in worship of the Gods, to wealth,\n\nWith thine assistance winneth kine.\n\n6 Riches with many heroes thou hast for the man who offers gifts:\n\nLead thou us on to higher bliss.\n\n7 Save us, O Jatavedas, nor abandon us to him who sins,\n\nUnto the evil-hearted man.\n\n8 O Agni, let no godless man avert thy bounty as a God:\n\nOver all treasures thou art Lord.\n\n9 So, Son of Strength, tbou aidest us to what is great and excellent.\n\nThose, Vasu! Friend! who sing thy praise.\n\n10 Let our songs come anear to him beauteous and bright with piercing flame\n\nOur offerings, with our homage, to the\n\nLord of wealth, to him whom many praise, for help:\n\n11 To Agni Jatavedas, to the Son of Strength, that he may give us precious gifts,\n\nImmortal, from of old Priest among mortal men, the most delightful in the house.\n\n12 Agni, made yours by sacrifice, Agni, while holy rites advance;\n\nAgni, the first in songs, first with the warrior steed; Agril to win the land for us.\n\n13 May Agni who is Lord of wealth vouchsafe us food for friendship sake.\n\nAgni we ever seek for seed and progeny, the Vasu who protects our lives.\n\n14 Solicit with your chants, for help, Agni the God with piercing flame,\n\nFor riches famous Agni, Purumilha and ye men! Agni to light our dwelling well.\n\n15 Agni we laud that he may keep our foes afar, Agni to give us health and strength.\n\nLet him as Guardian be invoked in all the tribes, the lighter-up of glowing brands.\n\n#### HYMN LXI. Agni.\n\n1. PREPARE oblation: let him come; and let the minister serve again\n\nWho knows the ordering thereof,\n\n2 Rejoicing in his friendship, let the priest be seated over man,\n\nBeside the shoot of active power.\n\n3 Him, glowing bright beyond all thought, they seek among the race of man;\n\nWith him for tougue they seize the food.\n\n4 He hath inflamed the twofold plain: lifegiving, he hath climbed the wood,\n\nAnd with his tongue hath struck the rock.\n\n5 Wandering here the radiant Calf finds none to fetter him, and seeks\n\nThe Mother to declare his praise.\n\n6 And now that great and mighty team, the team of horses that are his,\n\nAnd traces of his car, are seen.\n\n7 The seven milk a single cow; the two set other five to work,\n\nOn the stream's loud-resounding bank.\n\n8 Entreated by Vivasvan's ten, Indra cast down the water-jar\n\nWith threefold hammer from the sky.\n\n9 Three times the newIy-kindled flame proceeds around the sacrifice:\n\nThe priests anoint it with the meath.\n\n10 With reverence they drain the fount that circles with its wheel above,\n\nExhaustless, with the mouth below.\n\n11 The pressing-stones are set at work: the meath is poured into the tank,\n\nAt the out-shedding of the fount.\n\n12 Ye cows, protect the fount: the two Mighty Ones bless the sacrifice.\n\nThe handles twain are wrought of gold.\n\n13 Pour on the juice the ornament which reaches both the heaven and earth\n\nSupply the liquid to the Bull.\n\n14 These know their own abiding-place: like calves beside the mother cows\n\nThey meet together with their kin.\n\n15 Devouring in their greedy jaws, they make sustaining food in heaven,\n\nTo Indra, Agni light and prayer.\n\n16 The Pious One milked out rich food, sustenance dealt in portions seven,\n\nTogether with the Sun's seven rays.\n\n17 I took some Soma when the Sun rose up, O Mitra, Varuna.\n\nThat is the sick man's medicine.\n\n18 From where oblations must be laid, which is the Well-beloved's home,\n\nHe with his tongue hath compassed heaven.\n\n#### HYMN LXII. Asvins.\n\n1. ROUSE ye for him who keeps the Law, yoke your steeds, Aiyins, to your car\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n2 Come, Asvins, with your car more swift than is the twinkling of an eye\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n3 Asvins, ye overlaid with cold the fiery pit for Atri's sake:\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n4 Where are ye? whither are ye gone? whither, like falcons, have ye flown?\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n5 If ye at any time this day are listening to this my call,\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n6 The Asvins, fust to hear our prayer, for closest kinship I approach:\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n7 For Atri ye, O Asvins, made a dwellingplace to shield him well,\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n8 Ye warded off the fervent heat for Atri when he sweetly spake:\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n9 Erst Saptavadbri by his prayer obtained the trenchant edge of fire:\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n10 Come hither, O ye Lords of wealth, and listen to this call of mine:\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n11 What is this praise told forth of you as Elders in the ancient way?\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n12 One common brotherhood is yours, Asvins your kindred is the same:\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n13 This is your chariot, Asvins, which speeds through the regions, earth and heaven\n\nLet your protecting aid be near.\n\n14 Approach ye hitherward to us with thousands both of steeds and kine:\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n15 Pass us not by, remember us with thousands both of kine aud steeds:\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n16 The purple-tinted Dawn hath risen, and true to Law hath made the light\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n17 He looked upon the Asvins, as an axearmed man upon a tree:\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n18 By the black band encompassed round, break it down, bold one, like a fort.\n\nLet your protecting help be near.\n\n#### HYMN LXIII. Agni.\n\n1. EXERTING all our strength with thoughts of power we glorify in speech\n\nAgni your dear familiar Friend, the darling Guest in every home.\n\n2 Whom, served with sacrificial oil like Mitra, men presenting gifts\n\nEulogize with their songs of praise\n\n3 Much-lauded Jatavedas, him who bears oblations up to heaven\n\nPrepared in service of the Gods.\n\n4 To noblest Agni, Friend of man, best Vrtra-slayer, are we come,\n\nHim in whose presence Rksa's son, mighty Srutarvan, waxes great;\n\n5 To deathless Jatavedas, meet for praise, adored, with sacred oil,\n\nVisible through the gloom o:f night\n\n6 Even Agni whom these priestly men worship with sacrificial gifts,\n\nWith lifted ladles offering them.\n\n7 O Agni, this our newest hymn hath been addressed from us to thee,\n\nO cheerful Guest, well-born, most wise, worker of wonders, ne'er deceived.\n\n8 Agni, may it be dear to thee, most grateful, and exceeding sweet:\n\nGrow mightier, eulogized therewith.\n\n9 Splendid with splendours may it be, and in the battle with the foe\n\nAdd loftier glory to thy fame.\n\n10 Steed, cow, a lord of heroes, bright like Indra, who shall fill the car.\n\nWhose high renown ye celebrate, and people praise each glorious deed.\n\n11 Thou whom Gopavana made glad with song, O Agni Angiras,\n\nHear this my call, thou Holy One.\n\n12 Thou whom the priestly folk implore to aid the gathering of the spoil,\n\nSuch be thou in the fight with foes.\n\n13 I, called to him who reels with joy, Srutarvan, Rksa's son, shall stroke\n\nThe heads of four presented steeds, like the long wool of fleecy rams.\n\n14 Four coursers with a splendid car, Savistha's horses, fleet of foot,\n\nShall bring me to the sacred feast, as flying steeds brought Tugra's son.\n\n15 The very truth do I declare to thee, Parusni, mighty flood.\n\nWaters! no man is there who gives more horses than Savistha gives.\n\n#### HYMN LXIV. Agni.\n\n1. YOKE, Agni, as a charioteer, thy steeds who best invite the Gods: As ancient Herald seat thyself.\n\n2 And, God, as skilfullest of all, call for us bitherward the Gods:\n\nGive all our wishes sure effect.\n\n3 For thou, Most Youthful, Son of Strength, thou to whom sacrifice is paid,\n\nArt holy, faithful to the Law.\n\n4 This Agni, Lord of wealth and spoil hundredfold, thousandfold, is head\n\nAnd chief of riches and a Sage.\n\n5 As craftsmen bend the felly, so bend at our general call: come nigh,\n\nAngiras, to the sacrifice.\n\n6 Now, O Virupa, rouse for him, Strong God who shines at early morn,\n\nFair praise with voice that ceases not.\n\n7 With missile of this Agni, his who looks afar, will we lay low\n\nThe thief in combat for the kine.\n\n8 Let not the Companies of Gods fail us, like Dawns that float away,\n\nLike cows who leave the niggardly.\n\n9 Let not the sinful tyranny of any fiercely hating foe\n\nSmite us, as billows smite a ship.\n\n10 O Agni, God, the people sing reverent praise to thee for strength:\n\nWith terrors trouble thou the foe.\n\n11 Wilt thou not, Agni, lend us aid in winning cattle, winning wealth?\n\nMaker of room, make room for us.\n\n12 In this great battle cast us not aside as one who bears a load:\n\nSnatch up the wealih and win it all.\n\n13 O Agni, let this plague pursue and fright another and not us:\n\nMake our impetuous strength more strong.\n\n14 The reverent or unwearied man whose holy labour he accepts,\n\nHim Agni favours with success.\n\n15 Abandoning the foeman's host pass hither to this company:\n\nAssist the men with whom I stand.\n\n16 As we have known thy gracious help, as of a Father, long ago,\n\nSo now we pray to thee for bliss.\n\n#### HYMN LXV. Indra.\n\nI. NOT to forsake me, I invoke this Indra girt by Maruts,\n\nLord Of magic power who rules with might.\n\n2 This Indra with his Marut Friends clave into pieces Vrtra's bead\n\nWith hundred-knotted thunderbolt.\n\n3 Indra, with Marut Friends grown strong, hath rent asunder Vrtra, and\n\nReleased the waters of the sea.\n\n4 This is that Indra who, begirt by Maruts, won the light of heaven\n\nThat he might drink the Soma juice.\n\n5 Mighty, impetuous, begirt by Maruts, him who loudly roars,\n\nIndra we invocate with songs.\n\n6 Indra begirt by Maruts we invoke after the ancient plan,\n\nThat he may drink the Soma juice.\n\n7 O liberal Indra, Marut-girt, much-lauded Satakratu, drink\n\nThe Soma at this sacrifice.\n\n8 To thee, O Indra, Marut-girt, these Soma juices, Thunderer!\n\nAre offered from the heart with lauds.\n\n9 Drink, Indra, with thy Marut Friends, pressed Soma at the morning rites,\n\nWhetting thy thunderbolt with strength.\n\n10 Arising in thy might, thy jaws thou shookest, Indra, having quaffed\n\nThe Soma which the mortar pressed.\n\n11 Indra, both worlds complained to thee when uttering thy fearful roar,\n\nWhat time thou smotest Dasyus dead.\n\n12 From Indra have I measured out a song eight-footed with nine parts,\n\nDelicate, faithful. to the Law.\n\n#### HYMN LXVI. Indra.\n\n1. SCARCELY was Satakratu, born when of his Mother he inquired,\n\nWho are the mighty? Who are famed?\n\n2. Then Savassi declared to him Aurnavabha, Ahisuva:\n\nSon, these be they thou must o'erthrow\n\n3 The Vrtra-slayer smote them all as spokes are hammered into naves:\n\nThe Dasyu-killer waxed in might.\n\n4 Then Indra at a single draught drank the contents of thirty pails,\n\nPails that were filled with Soma juice.\n\n5 Indra in groundless realms of space pierced the Gandharva through, that he\n\nMight make Brahmans' strength increase.\n\n6 Down from the mountains Indra shot hither his well-directed shaft:\n\nHe gained the ready brew of rice.\n\n7 One only is that shaft of thine, with thousand feathers, hundred barbs,\n\nWhich, Indra, thou hast made thy friend.\n\n8 Strong as the gbhus at thy birth, therewith to those who praise thee, men,\n\nAnd women, bring thou food to eat.\n\n9 By thee these exploits were achieved, the mightiest deeds, abundantly:\n\nFirm in thy heart thou settest them.\n\n10 All these things Visnu brought, the Lord of ample stride whom thou hadst sent-\n\nA hundred buffaloes, a brew of rice and milk: and Indra, slew the ravening boar\n\n11 Most deadly is thy bow, successful, fashioned well: good is thine arrow, decked with gold.\n\nWarlike and well equipped thine arms are, which increase sweetness for him who drinks the sweet.\n\n#### HYMN LXVII. Indra.\n\n1. BRING us a thousand, Indra, as our guerdon for the Soma juice:\n\nHundreds of kine, O Hero, bring.\n\n2 Bring cattle, bring us ornament, bring us embellishment and steeds,\n\nGive us, besides, two rings of gold.\n\n3 And, Bold One, bring in ample store rich jewels to adorn thi; ear,\n\nFor thou, Good Lord, art far renowned.\n\n4 None other is there for the priest, Hero! but thou, to give him gifts,\n\nTo win much spoil and prosper him.\n\n5 Indra can never be brought low, Sakra can never be subdued:\n\nHe heareth and beholdeth all.\n\n6 He spieth out the wrath of man, he who can never be deceived:\n\nEre blame can come he marketh it.\n\n7 He hath his stomach full of might, the Vrtra-slayer, Conqueror,\n\nThe Soma-drinker, ordering all.\n\n8 In thee all treasures are combined, Soma all blessed things in thee,\n\nUninjured, easy to bestow.\n\n9 To thee speeds forth my hope that craves the gift of corn, and kine and gold,\n\nYea, craving horses, speeds to thee.\n\n10 Indra, through hope in thee alone even this sickle do I grasp.\n\nFill my hand, Maghavan, with all that it can hold of barley cut or gathered up.\n\n#### HYMN LXVIII. Soma.\n\n1. THIS here is Soma, ne'er restrained, active, all-conquering bursting forth,\n\nRsi and Sage by sapience,\n\n2 All that is bare he covers o'er, all that is sick he medicines;\n\nThe blind man sees, the cripple walks.\n\n3 Thou, Soma, givest wide defence against the hate of alien men,\n\nHatreds that waste and weaken us.\n\n4 Thou by thine insight and thy skill, Impetuous One, from heaven and earth\n\nDrivest the sinner's enmity.\n\n5 When to their task they come with zeal, may they obtain the Giver's grace,\n\nAnd satisfy his wish who thirsts.\n\n6 So may he find what erst was lost, so may be speed the pious man,\n\nAnd lengthen his remaining life.\n\n7 Gracious, displaying tender love, unconquered, gentle in thy thoughts,\n\nBe sweet, O Soma, to our heart.\n\n8 O Soma, terrify us not; strike us not with alarm, O King:\n\nWound not our heart with dazzling flame.\n\n9 When in my dwelling-place I see the wicked enemies of Gods,\n\nKing, chase their hatred far away, thou Bounteous One, dispel our foes.\n\n#### HYMN LXIX. Indra\n\n1. O Sarakratu! truely I have made none else my Comforter.\n\nIndra; be gracious unto us.\n\n2 Thou who hast ever aided us kindly of old to win the spoil,\n\nAs such, O Indra, favour us.\n\n3 What now? As prompter of the poor thou helpest him who sheds the juice.\n\nWilt thou not, Indra, strengthen us?\n\n4 O Indra, help our chariot on, yea, Thunderer, though it lag behind:\n\nGive this my car the foremost place.\n\n5 Ho there! why sittest thou at case? Make thou my chariot to be first\n\nAnd bring the fame of victory near.\n\n6 Assist our car that seeks the prize. What can be easier for thee?\n\nSo make thou us victorious.\n\n7 Indra, be firm: a fort art thou. To thine appointed place proceeds\n\nThe auspicious hymn in season due.\n\n8 Let not our portion be disgrace. Broad is the course, the prize is set,\n\nThe barriers are opened wide.\n\n9 This thing we wish. that thou mayst take thy fourth, thy sacrificial name.\n\nSo art thou held to be our Lord.\n\n10 Ekadyu hath exalted you, Immortals: both Goddesses and Gods hath he delighted.\n\nBestow upon him bounty meet for praises. May he, enriched with prayer, come soon and early.\n\n#### HYMN LXX. Indra.\n\n1. INDRA, God of the mighty arm, gather for us with thy right hand\n\nManifold and nutritious spoil.\n\n2 We know thee mighty in thy deeds, of mighty bounty, mighty wealth,\n\nMighty in measure, prompt to aid.\n\n3 Hero, when thou art fain to give, neither may Gods nor mortal men\n\nRestrain thee like a fearful Bull.\n\n4 Come, let us glorify Indra, Lord supreme of wealth, Self-ruling King:\n\nIn bounty may he harm us not.\n\n5 Let prelude sound and following chant so let him hear the Saman sung,\n\nAnd with his bounty answer us.\n\n6 O Indra, with thy right hand bring, and with thy left remember us.\n\nLet us not lose our share of wealth.\n\n7 Come nigh, O Bold One, boldly bring hither the riches of the churl\n\nWho giveth least of all the folk.\n\n8 Indra, the booty which thou hast with holy singers to receive,\n\nEven that booty win with us.\n\n9 Indra, thy swiftly-coming spoil, the booty which rejoices all,\n\nSounds quick in concert with our hopes.\n\n#### HYMN LXXI. Indra.\n\n1. HASTE forward to us from afar, or, Vrtra-slayer, from anear,\n\nTo meet the offering to the meath.\n\n2 Strong are the Soma-draughts; come nigh: the juices fill thee with delight:\n\nDrink boldly even as thou art wont'.\n\n3 Joy, Indra, in the strengthening food et it content thy wish and thought,\n\nAnd be delightful to thine heart.\n\n4 Come to us thou who hast no foe: we call thee down to hymns of praise,\n\nIn heaven's sublimest realm of light.\n\n5 This Soma here expressed with stones and dressed with milk for thy carouse,\n\nIndra, is offered up to thee.\n\n6 Graciously, Indra, hear my call. Come and obtain the draught, and sate\n\nThyself with juices blent with milk.\n\n7 The Soma, Indra, which is shed in chalices and vats for thee,\n\nDrink thou, for thou art Lord thereof.\n\n8 The Soma seen within themats, as in the flood the Moon is seen,\n\nDrink thou, for thou art Lord thereof.\n\n9 That which the Hawk brought in his claw, inviolate, through the air to thee,\n\nDrink thou, for thou art Lord thereof.\n\n#### HYMN LXXII. Visvedevas.\n\n1. WE choose unto ourselves that high protection of the Mighty Gods\n\nThat it may help and succour us.\n\n2 May they be ever our allies, Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman,\n\nFar-seeing Gods who prosper us.\n\n3 Ye furtherers of holy Law, transport us safe o'er many woes,\n\nAs over water-floods in ships.\n\n4 Dear wealth be Aryaman to us, Varuna dear wealth meet for praise:\n\nDear wealth we choose unto ourselves.\n\n5 For Sovrans of dear wealth are ye, Adityas, not of sinner's wealth,\n\nYe sapient Gods who slay the foe.\n\n6 We in our homes, ye Baunteous Ones, and while we journey on the road,\n\nInvoke you, Gods, to prosper us.\n\n7 Regard us, Indra, Visnu, here, ye Asvins and the Marut host,\n\nUs who are kith and kin to you.\n\n8 Ye Bounteous Ones, from time of old we here set forth our brotherhood,\n\nOur kinship in. the Mother's womb.\n\n9 Then come with Indra for your chief, as early day, ye Bounteous Gods\n\nYea, 1 address you now for this.\n\n#### HYMN LXXIII. Agni.\n\n1. AGNI, your dearest Guest, I laud, him who is loving as a friend,\n\nWho brings us riches like a car.\n\n2 Whom as a far-foreseeing Sage the Gods have, from the olden time,\n\nEstablished among mortal men.\n\n3 Do thou, Most Youthful God, protect the men who offer, hear their songs,\n\nAnd of thyself preserve their seed.\n\n4 What is the praise wherewith, O God, Afigiras, Agni, Son of Strength,\n\nWe, after thine own wish and thought,\n\n5 May serve thee, O thou Child of Power, and with what sacrifice's plan?\n\nWhat prayer shall I now speak to thee?\n\n6 Our God, make all of us to dwell in happy habitations, and\n\nReward our songs with spoil and wealth.\n\n7 Lord of the house, what plenty fills the songs which thou inspirest now,\n\nThou whose hymn helps to win the kine?\n\n8 Hirn Wise and Strong they glorify, the foremost Champion in the fray,\n\nAnd mighty in his dwelling-place.\n\n9 Agni, he dwells in rest and peace who smites and no one smites again:\n\nWith hero sons he prospers well\n\n#### HYMN LXXIV. Asvins.\n\n1. To this mine invocation, O ye Asvins, ye Nasatyas, come,\n\nTo drink the savoury Soma juice.\n\n2 This laud of mine, ye Asvins Twain, and this mine invitation hear,\n\nTo drink the savoury Soma juice.\n\n3 Here Krsna is invoking you, O Asvins, Lords of ample wealth.\n\nTo drink the savoury Soma juice.\n\n4 List, Heroes, to the singer's call, the call of Krsna lauding you,\n\nTo drink the savoury Soma juice.\n\n5 Chiefs, to the sage who sings your praise grant an inviolable home,\n\nTo drink the savoury Soma juice.\n\n6 Come to the worshipper's abode, Asvins, who here is lauding you,\n\nTo drink the savoury Soma juice.\n\n7 Yoke to the firmly jointed car the ass which draws you, Lords of wealth.\n\nTo drink the savoury Soma juice.\n\n8 Come hither, Asvins, on your car of triple form with triple seat,\n\nTo drink the savoury Soma juice.\n\n9 O Asvins, O Nasatyas, now accept with favouring grace my songs,\n\nTo drink the savoury Soma juice.\n\n#### HYMN LXXV. Asvins.\n\n1. YE Twain are wondrous strong, well-skilled in arts that heal, both bringers of delight, ye both won Daksa's praise.\n\nVisvaka calls on you as such to save his life. Break ye not off our friendship, come and set me free.\n\n2 How shall he praise you now who is distraught in mind? Ye Twain give wisdom for the gainof what is good.\n\nVisvaka calls on you as such to save his life. Break ye not off our friendship, come and set me free.\n\n3 Already have ye Twain, possessors of great wealth, prospered Visnapu thus for gain of what is good.\n\nVisvaka calls on you as such to save his life. Break ye not off our friendship, come and set me free.\n\n4 And that Impetuous Hero, winner of the spoil, though he is far away, we call to succour us,\n\nWhose gracious favour, like a father's, is most sweet. Break ye not off our friendship, come and set me free.\n\n5 About the holy Law toils Savitar the God the horn of holy Law hath he spread far and wide.\n\nThe holy Law hath quelled even mighty men of war. Break ye not off our ftiendship, come and act me free.\n\n#### HYMN LXXVI. Asvins.\n\n1. SPLENDID, O Asvins, is your praise. Come fountain-like, to pour the stream.\n\nOf the sweet juice effused-dear is it, Chiefs, in heaven-drink like two wild bulls at a pool.\n\n2 Drink the libation rich in sweets, O Asvins Twain: sit. Heroes, on the sacred grass.\n\nDo ye with joyful heart in the abode of man preserve his life by means of wealth.\n\n3 The Priyamedhas bid you come with all the succours that are yours.\n\nCome to his house whose holy grass is trimmed, to dear sacrifice at the morning rites.\n\n4 Drink ye the Soma rich in meath, ye Asvins Twain: sit gladly on the sacred grass.\n\nSo, waxen mighty, to our eulogy from heaven come ye as wild-bulls to the pool.\n\n5 Come to us, O ye Asvins, now with steeds of many a varied hue,\n\nYe Lords of splendour, wondrous, borne on paths of gold, drink Soma, ye who strengthen Law.\n\n6 For we the priestly singers, fain tohymn your praise, invoke you for the gain of strength.\n\nSo, wondrous, fair, and famed for great deeds come to us, through our hymn, Asvins, when ye hear.\n\n#### HYMN LXXVII. Indra.\n\n1. As cows low to their calves in stalls, so with our songs we glorify\n\nThis Indra, even your Wondrous God who checks attack, who joys in the delicious juice.\n\n2 Celestial, bounteous Giver, girt about with might, rich, mountain-like, in precious things,\n\nHim swift we seek. for foodful booty rich in kine, brought hundredfold and thousandfold.\n\n3 Indra, the strong and lofty hills are powerless to bar thy way.\n\nNone stay that act of thine when thou wouldst fain give wealth to one like me who sings thy praise.\n\n4 A Warrior thou by strength, wisdom, and wondrous deed, in might excellest all that is.\n\nHither may this our hymn attract thee to our help, the hymn which Gotamas have made.\n\n5 For in thy might thou stretchest out beyond the boundaries of heaven.\n\nThe earthly region, Indra, comprehends thee not. After thy Godhead hast thou waxed.\n\n6 When, Maghavan, thou honourest the worshipper, no one is there to stay thy wealth.\n\nMost liberal Giver thou, do thou inspire our song of praise, that we may win the spoil.\n\n#### HYMN LXXVIII. Indra.\n\n1. To Indra sing the lofty hymn, Maruts that slays the Vrtras best.\n\nWhereby the Holy Ones created for the God the light divine that ever wakes.\n\n2 Indra who quells the curse blew curses far away, and then in splendour came to us.\n\nIndra, refulgent with thy Marut host! the Gods strove eagerly to win thy love.\n\n3 Sing to your lofty Indra, sing, Maruts, a holy hymn of praise.\n\nLet Satakratu, Vrtra-slayer, kill the foe with hundred-knotted thunderbolt.\n\n4 Aim and fetch boldly forth, O thou whose heart is bold: great glory will be thine thereby.\n\nIn rapid torrent let the mother waters spread. Slay Vrtra, win the light of heaven.\n\n5 When thou, unequalled Maghavan, wast born to smite the Vrtras dead,\n\nThou spreadest out the spacious earth and didst support and prop the heavens.\n\n6 Theri was the sacrifice produced for thee, the laud, and song of joy,\n\nThou in thy might surpassest all, all that now is and yet shall be.\n\n7 Raw kine thou filledst with ripe milk. Thou madest Surya rise to heaven.,\n\nHeat him as milk is heated with pure Sama hymns, great joy to him who loves the song.\n\n#### HYMN LXXIX. Indra.\n\n1. MAY Indra, who in every fight must be invoked, be near to us.\n\nMay the most mighty Vrtra-slayer, meet for praise, come to libations and to hymns.\n\n2 Thou art the best of all in sending bounteous gifts, true art thou, lordly in thine act.\n\nWe claim alliance with the very Glorious One, yea, with the Mighty Son of Strength.\n\n3 Prayers unsurpassed are offered up to thee the Lover of the Song.\n\nIndra, Lord of Bay Steeds, accept these fitting hymns, hymns which we have thought out for thee.\n\n4 For thou, O Maghavan, art truthful, ne'er subdued and bringest many a Vrtra low.\n\nAs such, O Mightiest Lord, Wielder of Thunder, send wealth hither to the worshipper.\n\n5 O Indra, thou art far-renowned, impetuous, O Lord of Strength.\n\nAlone thou slayest with the guardian of mankind resistless never-conquered foes.\n\n6 As such we seek thee now, O Asura, thee most wise, craving thy bounty as our share.\n\nThy sheltering defence is like a mighty cloak. So may thy glories reach to us.\n\n#### HYMN LXXX. Indra.\n\n1. DOWN to the stream a maiden came, and found the Soma by the way.\n\nBearing it to her home she said, For Indra will I press thee out, for Sakra will I press thee out.\n\n2 Thou roaming yonder, little man, beholding every house in turn,\n\nDrink thou this Soma pressed with teeth, accompanied with grain and curds, with cake of meal and song of praise.\n\n3 Fain would we learn to know thee well, nor yet can we attain to thee.\n\nStill slowly and in gradual drops, O Indu, unto Indra flow.\n\n4 Will he not help and work for us? Will he not make us wealthier?\n\nShall we not, hostile to our lord, unite ourselves to Indra now?\n\n5 O Indra, cause to sprout again three places, these which I declare,-\n\nMy father's head, his cultured field, and this the part below my waist.\n\n6 Make all of these grow crops of hair, you cultivated field of ours,\n\nMy body, and my father's head.\n\n7 Cleansing Apala, Indra! thrice, thou gavest sunlike skin to her,\n\nDrawn, Satakratu! through the hole of car, of wagon, and of yoke.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXI. Indra\n\n1. INVITE ye Indra with a song to drink your draught of Soma juice,\n\nAll-conquering Satakratu, most munificent of all who live.\n\n2 Lauded by many, much-invoked, leader of song, renowned of old:\n\nHis name is Indra, tell it forth.\n\n3 Indra the Dancer be to us the giver of abundant strength:\n\nMay he, the mighty, bring it near.\n\n4 Indra whose jaws are strong hath drunk of worshipping Sudaksa's draught,\n\nThe Soma juice with barley mixt.\n\n5 Call Indra loudly with your songs of praise to drink the Soma juice.\n\nFor this is what augments his stiength.\n\n6 When he hath drqnk its gladdening drops, the God with vigour of a God\n\nHath far surpassed all things that are.\n\n7 Thou speedest down to succour us this ever-conquering God of yours,\n\nHim who is drawn to all our songs\n\n8 The Warrior not to he restrained, the Soma-drinker ne'er o'erthrown,\n\nThe Chieftain of resistless might.\n\n9 O Indra, send us riches, thou Omniscient, worthy of our praise:\n\nHelp us in the decisive fray.\n\n10 Even thence, O 1ndra, come to us with food that gives a hundred powers,\n\nWith food that gives a thousand powers.\n\n11 We sought the wisdom of the wise. Sakra, Kine-giver, Thunder-armed!\n\nMay we with steeds o'ercome in fight.\n\n12 We make thee, Satakratu, find enjoyment in the songs we sing.\n\nLike cattle in the pasture lands.\n\n13 For, Satakratu, Thunder-armed, all that we craved, as men are wont,\n\nAll that we hoped, have we attained.\n\n14 Those, Son of Strength, are come to thee who cherish wishes in their hearts\n\nO Indra, none excelleth thee.\n\n15 So, Hero, guard us with thy care, with thy most liberal providence,\n\nSpeedy, and terrible to foes.\n\n16 O Satakratu Indra, now rejoice with that carouse of thine\n\nWhich is most splendid of them all\n\n17 Even, Indra, that carouse which slays the Vrtras best, most widely famed,\n\nBest giver of thy power and might.\n\n18 For that which is thy gift we know, true Soma-drinker, Thunder-armed,\n\nMighty One, amid all the folk.\n\n19 For Indra, Lover of Carouse, loud be our songs about the juice:\n\nLet poets sing the song of praise.\n\n20 We summon Indra to the draught, irl whom all glories rest, in whom\n\nThe seven communities rejoice.\n\n21 At the Trikadrukas the Gods span sacrifice that stirs the mind:\n\nLet our songs aid and prosper it.\n\n22 Let the drops pass within thee as the rivers flow into the sea:\n\nO fndra, naught excelleth thee.\n\n23 Thou, wakeful Hero, by thy might hast taken food of Soma juice,\n\nWhich, Indra, is within thee now.\n\n24 O Indra, Vrtra-slayer, let Soma be ready for thy maw,\n\nThe drops be ready for thy forms.\n\n25 Now Srutakaksa sings his song that cattle and the steed may come,\n\nThat Indra's very self may come.\n\n26 Here, Indra, thou art ready by our Soma juices shed for thee,\n\nSakra, at hand that thou mayst give.\n\n27 Even from far away our songs reach thee, O Caster of the Stone:\n\nMay we come very close to thee.\n\n28 For so thou art the hero's Friend, a Hero, too, art thou, and strong:\n\nSo may thine heart be won to us.\n\n29 So hath the offering, wealthiest Lord, been paid by all the worshippers:\n\nSo dwell thou, Indra, even with me.\n\n30 Be not thou like a slothfid priest, O Lord of spoil and wealth: rejoice\n\nIn the pressed Soma blent with milk.\n\n31 O Indra, let not ill designs surround us in the sunbeams' light:\n\nThis may we gain with thee for Friend.\n\n32 With thee to help us, Indra, let us answer all our enemies:\n\nFor thou art ours and we are thine.\n\n33 Indra, the poets and thy friends, faithful to thee, shall loudly sing\n\nThy praises as they follow thee.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXII. Indra.\n\n1. SURYA, thou mountest up to meet the Hero famous for his wealth,\n\nWho hurls the bolt and works for man\n\n2 Him who with might of both his arms brake nine-and-ninety castles down,\n\nSlew Vrtra and smote Ahi dead.\n\n3 This Indra is our gracious Friend. He sends us in a full broad stream\n\nRiches in horses, kine, and corn.\n\n4 Whatever, Vrtra-slayer! thou, Surya, hast risen upon to-day,\n\nTbat, Indra, all is in thy power.\n\n5 When, Mighty One, Lord of the brave, thou thinkest thus, I shall not die,\n\nThat thought of thine is true indeed.\n\n6 Thou, Indra, goest unto all Soma libations shed for thee,\n\nBoth far away and near at hand.\n\n7 We make this Indra very strong to strike the mighty Vrtra dead:\n\nA vigorous Hero shall he be.\n\n8 Indra was made for giving, set, most mighty, o'er the joyous draught.\n\nBright, meet for Soma, famed in song.\n\n9 By song as 'twere, the powerful bolt which none may parry was prepared\n\nLofty, invincible he grew.\n\n10 Indra, Song-lover, lauded, make even in the wilds fair ways for us,\n\nWhenever, Maghavan, thou wilt.\n\n11 Thou whose commandment and behest of sovran sway none disregards,\n\nNeither audacious man nor God.\n\n12 And both these Goddesses, Earth, Heaven, Lord of the beauteous helm! revere\n\nThy might which no one may resist.\n\n13 Thou in the black cows and the red and in the cows with spotted skin\n\nThis white milk hast deposited.\n\n14 When in their terror all the Gods shrank from the Dragon's furious might,\n\nFear of the monster fell on them.\n\n15 Then he was my Defender, then, Invincible, whose foe is not,\n\nThe Vrtra-slayer showed his might.\n\n16 Him your best Vrtra-slayer, him the famous Champion of mankind\n\nI urge to great munificence,\n\n17 To come, Much-lauded! Many-named with this same thought that longs for milk,\n\nWhene'er the Soma juice is shed.\n\n18 Much-honoured by libations, may the Vrtra-slayer wake for us:\n\nMay Sakra listen to our prayers.\n\n19 O Hero, with that aid dost thou delight us, with what succour bring\n\nRiches to those who worship thee?\n\n20 With whose libation joys the Strong, the Hero with his team who quells\n\nThe foe, to drink the Soma juice?\n\n21 Rejoicing in thy spirit bring thousandfold opulence to us:\n\nEnrich thy votary with gifts.\n\n22 These juices with their wedded wives flow to enjoyment lovingly:\n\nTo waters speeds the restless one.\n\n23 Presented strengthening gifts have sent Indra away at sacrifice,\n\nWith might, onto the cleansing bath.\n\n24 These two who share his feast, Bay Steeds with golden manes, shall bring him to\n\nThe banquet that is laid for him.\n\n25 For thee, O Lord of Light, are shed these Soma-drops, and grass is strewn\n\nBring Indra to his worshippers.\n\n26 May Indra give thee skill, and lights of heaven, wealth to his votary\n\nAnd priests who praise him: laud ye him.\n\n27 O Satakratu, wondrous strength and all our lauds I bring to thee:\n\nBe gracious to thy worshippers.\n\n28 Bring to us all things excellent, O Satakratu, food and strength:\n\nFor, Indra, thou art kind to us.\n\n2 O Satakratu, bring to us all blessings, all felicity:\n\nFbr, Indra, thou art kind to us.\n\n30 Bearing the Soma juice we call, best Vrtra-slayer, unto thee:\n\nFor, Indra, thou art kind to us.\n\n31 Come, Lord of rapturous, joys, to our libation with thy Bay Steeds, come\n\nTo our libation with thy Steeds.\n\n32 Known as best Vrtra-slayer erst, as Indra Satakratu, come\n\nWith Bay Steeds to the juice we shed.\n\n33 O Vrtra-slayer, thou art he who drinks these drops of Soma: come\n\nWith Bay Steeds to the juice we shed.\n\n34 May Indra give, to aid us, wealth handy that rules the Skilful Ones:\n\nYea, may the Strong give potent wealth.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXIII. Maruts.\n\n1. THE Cow, the famous Mother of the wealthy Maruts, pours her milk:\n\nBoth horses of the cars are yoked,-\n\n2 She in whose bosom all the Gods, and Sun and Moon for men to see,\n\nMaintain their everlasting Laws.\n\n3 This all the pious sing to us, and sacred poets evermore:\n\nThe Maruts to the Soma-draught\n\n4 Here is the Soma ready pressed of this the Maruts drink, of this\n\nSelf-luminous the Asvins drink.\n\n5 Of this, moreover, purified, set in three places, procreant,\n\nDrink Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman.\n\n6 And Indra, like the Herald Priest, desirous of the milky juice,\n\nAt early morn will quaff thereof.\n\n7 When have the Princes gleamed and shone through waters as through troops of foes'?\n\nWhen hasten they whose might ispure?\n\n8 What favour do I claim this day of you\n\ngreat Deities, you who are\n\nWondrously splendid in yourselves?\n\n9 1 call, to drink the Soma, those Maruts who spread all realms of earth\n\nAnd luminous regions of the sky.\n\n10 You, even such, pure in your might, you, O ye Maruts, I invoke\n\nFrom heaven to drink this Somajuice.\n\n11 The Maruts, those who have sustained and propped the heavens and earth apart,\n\nI call to drink this Soma juice.\n\n12 That vigorous band of Maruts that abidetb in the mountains, I\n\nInvoke to drink this Soma juice.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXIV. Indra.\n\n1. SONG-LOVER! like a charioteer come songs to thee when Soma flows.\n\nO Indra, they have called to thee as mother-kine unto their calves.\n\n2 Bright juices bitherward have sped thee, Indra, Lover of the Song.\n\nDrink, Indra, of this flowing sap: in every house 'tis set for thee.\n\n3 Drink Soma to inspirit thee, juice, Indra, which the Falcon brought:\n\nFor thou art King and Sovran Lord of all the families of men.\n\n4 O Indra, hear Tirasci's call, the call of him who serveth thee.\n\nSatisfy him with wealth of kine and valiant offspring: Great art thou.\n\n5 For he, O Indra, hath produced for thee the newest gladdening song,\n\nA hymn that springs from careful thought, ancient, and full of sacred truth.\n\n6 That Indra will we laud whom songs and hymns of praise have magnified.\n\nStriving to win, we celebrate his many deeds of hero might.\n\n7 Come now and let us glorify pure Indra with pure Sama hymns.\n\nLet the pure milky draught delight him strengthened by pure songs of praise.\n\n8 O Indra, come thou pure to us, with pure assistance, pure thyself.\n\nPure, send thou riches down to us, and, meet for Soma, pure, be glad.\n\n9 O Indra, pure, vouchsafe us wealth, and, pure, enrich the worshipper.\n\nPure, thou dost strike the Vrtras dead, and strivest, pure, to win the spoil.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXV. Indra.\n\n1. FOR him the Mornings made their courses longer, and Nights with pleasant voices spake to Indra.\n\nFor him the Floods stood still, the Seven Mothers, Streams easy for the heroes to pass over.\n\n2 The Darter penetrated, though in trouble, thrice-seven close-pressed ridges of the mountains.\n\nNeither might God nor mortal man accomplish what the Strong Hero wrought in full-grown vigour.\n\n3 The mightiest force is Indra's bolt of iron when firmly grasped in both the arms of Indra.\n\nHis head and mouth have powers that pass all others, and all his people hasten near to listen.\n\n4 1 count thee as the Holiest of the Holy, the caster-down of what hath ne'er been shaken.\n\nI count thee as the Banner of the heroes, I count thee as the Chief of all men living.\n\n5 What time, O Indra, in thine arms thou tookest thy wildly rushing bolt to Slay the Dragon,\n\nThe mountains roared, the cattle loudly bellowed, the Brahmans with their hymns drew nigh to Indra.\n\n6 Let us praise him who made these worlds and creatures, all things that after him sprang into being.\n\nMay we win Mitra with our songs, and Indra, and. wait upon our Lord with adoration.\n\n7 Flying in terror from the snort of Vrtra, all Deities who were thy friends forsook thee.\n\nSo, Indra, be thy friendship with the Maruts: in all these battles thou shalt be the victor.\n\n8 Thrice-sixty Maruts, waxing strong, were with thee, like piles of beaming light, worthy of worship.\n\nWe come to thee: grant us a happy portion. Let us adore thy might with this oblation.\n\n9 A sharpened weapon is the host of Maruts. Who, Indra, dares withstand thy bolt of thunder?\n\nWeaponless are the Asuras, the godless: scatter them with thy wheel, Impetuous Hero.\n\n10 To him the Strong and Mighty, most auspicious, send up the beAuteous hymn for sake of cattle.\n\nLay oa his body many songs for Indra invoked with song, for will not he regard. them?\n\n11 To him, the Mighty, who accepts laudation, send forth thy thought as by a boat o'er rivers,\n\nStir with thy hymn the body of the Famous and Dearest One, for will not he regard it?\n\n12 Serve him with gifts of thine which Indra welcomes: praise with fair praise, invite him with thine homage.\n\nDraw near, O singer, and refrain from outcry. Make thy voice heard, for will not he regard it?\n\n13 The Black Drop sank in Amsumati's bosom, advancing with ten thousand round about it.\n\nIndra with might longed for it as it panted: the hero-hearted laid aside his weapons.\n\n14 1 saw the Drop in the far distance moving, on the slope bank of Amsumati's river,\n\nLike a black cloud that sank into the water. Heroes, I send you forth. Go, fight in battle.\n\n15 And then the Drop in Amsumati's bosom, splendid with light, assumed its proper body;\n\nAnd Indra, with Brhaspati to aid him, conquered the godless tribes that came against him.\n\n16 Then, at thy birth, thou wast the foeman, Indra, of those the seven who ne'er had met a rival.\n\nThe hidden Pair, the Heaven and Earth, thou foundest, and to the mighty worlds thou gavest pleasure.\n\n17 So, Thunder-armed! thou with thy bolt of thunder didst boldly smite that power which none might equal;\n\nWith weapons broughtest low the migbt of Susna, and, Indra, foundest by thy strength the cattle.\n\n18 Then wast thou, Chieftain of all living mortals, the very mighty slayer of the Vrtras.\n\nThen didst thou set the obstructed rivers flowing, and win the floods that were enthralled by Dasas.\n\n19 Most wise is he, rejoicing in libations, splendid as day, resistless in his anger.\n\nHe only doth great deeds, the only Hero, sole Vrtra-slayer he, with none beside him.\n\n20 Indra is Vrtra's slayer, man's sustainer: he must be called; with fair praise let us call him.\n\nMaghavan is our Helper, our Protector, giver of spoil and wealth to make us famous.\n\n21 This Indra, Vrtra-slayer, this Rbhuksan, even at his birth, was meet for invocation.\n\nDoer of many deeds for man's advantage, like Soma quaffed, for friends we must invoke him.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXVI. Indra.\n\n1. O INDRA, Lord of Light, what joys thou broughtest from the Asuras,\n\nProsper therewith, O Maghavan, him who lauds that deed, and those whose grass is trimmed for thee.\n\n2 The unwasting share of steeds and kine which, Indra, thou hast fast secured,\n\nGrant to the worshipper who presses Soma and gives guerdon, not unto the churl.\n\n3 The riteless, godless man who sleeps, O Indra, his unbroken steep,-\n\nMay he by following his own devices die. Hide from him wealth that nourishes.\n\n4 Whether, O Sakra, thou be far, or, Vrtra-slayer, near at hand,\n\nThence by heaven-reaching songs he who hath pressed the juice invites thee with thy long-maned Steeds.\n\n5 Whether thou art in heaven's bright sphere, or in the basin of the sea;\n\nWhether, chief Vrtra-slayer, in some place on earth, or in the firmament, approach.\n\n6 Thou Soma-drinker, Lord of Strength, beside our flowing Soma juice\n\nDelight us with thy bounty rich in pleasantness, O Indra, with abundant wealth.\n\n7 O Indra, turn us not away: be the companion of our feast.\n\nFor thou art our protection, yea, thou art our kin: O Indra, turn us not away.\n\n8 Sit down with us, O Indra, sit beside the juice to drink the meath.\n\nShow forth great favour to the Singer, Maghavan; Indra, with us, beside the juice.\n\n9 O Caster of the Stone, nor Gods nor mortals have attained to thee.\n\nThou in thy might surpassest all that hath been made: the Gods have not attained to thee.\n\n10 Of one accord they made and formed for kingship Indra, the Hero who in all encounters overcometh,\n\nMost eminent for power, destroyer in the conflict, fierce and exceeding strong, stalwart and full of vigour.\n\n11 Bards joined in song to Indra so that he might drink the Soma juice,\n\nThe Lord of Light, that he whose laws stand fast might aid with power and with the help he gives.\n\n12 Tle holy sages form a ring, looking and singing to the Ram.\n\nInciters, full of vigour, not to he deceived, are with the chanters, nigh to bear.\n\n13 Loudly I call that Indra, Maghavan the Mighty, who evermore possesses power, ever resistless.\n\nHoly, most liberal, may he lead us on to riches, and, Thunder-armed, make all our pathways pleasant for us.\n\n14 Thou knowest well, O Sakra, thou Most Potent, with thy strength, Indra, to destroy these castles.\n\nBefore thee, Thunder-armed! all beings tremble: the heavens and earth before thee shake with terror,\n\n15 May thy truth, Indra, Wondrous Hero be my guard: bear me o'er much woe, Thunderer! as over floods.\n\nWhen, Indra, wilt thou honour us with opulence, all-nourishing and much-to-be. desired, O King?\n\n#### HYMN LXXXVII. Indra.\n\n1. To Indra sing a Sama hymn, a lofty song to Lofty Sage,\n\nTo him who guards the Law, inspired, and fain for praise.\n\n2 Thou, Indra, art the Conqueror: thou gavest splendour to the Sun.\n\nMaker of all things, thou art Mighty and All-God.\n\n3 Radiant with light thou wentest to the sky, the luminous realm of heaven.\n\nne Deities, Indra strove to win thee for their Friend.\n\n4 Come unto us, O Indra, dear, still conquering, unconcealable,\n\nVast as a mountain spread on all sides, Lord of Heaven.\n\n5 O truthful Soma-drinker, thou art mightier than both the worlds.\n\nThou strengthenest him who pours libation, Lord of Heaven.\n\n6 For thou art he, O Indra, wiio stormeth all castles of the foe,\n\nSlayer of Dasyus, man's Supporter, Lord of Heaven.\n\n7 Now have we, Indra, Friend of Song, sent our great wishes forth to thee,\n\nComing like floods that follow floods.\n\n8 As rivers swell the ocean, so, Hero, our prayers increase thy might,\n\nThough of thyself, O Thunderer, waxing day by day.\n\n9 With holy song mey bind to the broad wide-yoked car the Bay Steeds of the rapid God,\n\nBearers of Indra, yoked by word.\n\n10 O Indra, bring great strength to us, bring valour, Satakratu, thou most active, bring\n\nA hero conquering in war.\n\n11 For, gracious Satakratu, thou hast ever been a Mother and a Sire to us,\n\nSo now for bliss we pray to thee.\n\n12 To thee, Strong, Much-invoked, who showest forth thy strength, O Satakratu, do I speak:\n\nSo grant thou us heroic strength.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXVIII. Indra.\n\n1. O THUNDERER, zealous worshippers gave thee drink this time yesterday.\n\nSo, Indra, listen here to those who bring the laud: come near unto our dwellingplace.\n\n2 Lord of Bay Steeds, fair-helmed, rejoice thee: this we crave. Here the disposers wait on thee.\n\nThy loftiest glories claim our lauds beside the juice, O Indra, Lover of the Song.\n\n3 Turning, as 'twere, to meet the Sun, enjoy from Indra all good things.\n\nWhen he who will be born is born with power we look to treasures as our heritage.\n\n4 Praise him who sends us wealth, whose bounties injure none: good are the gifts which Indra. grants.\n\nHe is not worth with one who satisfies his wish: he turns his mind to giving boons.\n\n5 Thou in thy battles, Indra, art subduer of all hostile bands.\n\nFather art thou, aIl-conquering, cancelling the curse, thou victor of the vanquisher.\n\n6 The Earth and Heaven clung close to thy victorious might as to their calf two mother-cows.\n\nWhen thou attackest Vrtra all the hostile bands shrink and faint, Indra, at thy wrath.\n\n7 Bring to your aid the Eternal One, who shoots and none may shoot at him,\n\nInciter, swift, victorious, best of Charioteers. Tugrya's unvanquished Strengthener;\n\n8 Arranger of things unarranged, e'en Satakratu, source of might,\n\nIndra, the Friend of all, for succour we invoke, Guardian of treasure, sendjng wealth.\n\n#### HYMN LXXXIX Indra. Vak.\n\n1. I MOVE before thee here present in person, and all the Deities follow behind me.\n\nWhen, Indra, thou securest me my portion, with me thou shalt perform heroic actions.\n\n2 The food of meath in foremost place I give thee, thy Soma shall be pressed, thy share appointed.\n\nThou on my right shalt be my friend and comrade: then shall we two smite dead full many a foeman.\n\n3 Striving for strength bring forth a laud to Indra, a truthful hymn if he in truth existeth.\n\nOne and another say, There is no Indra. Who hath beheld him? Whom then shall we honour?\n\n4 Here am I, look upon me here, O singer. All that existeth 1 surpass in greatness.\n\nThe Holy Law's commandments make me mighty. Rending with strength I rend the worlds asunder.\n\n5 When the Law's lovers mounted and ap. proached me as 1 sate lone upon the dear sky's summit.\n\nThen spake my spirit to the heart within me, My friends have cried unto me with their children.\n\n6 All these thy deeds must be declared at Soma-feasts, wrought, Indra, Bounteous Lord, for him who sheds the juice,\n\nWhen thou didst open wealth heaped up by many, brought from far away to Sarablia, the Rsi's kin.\n\n7 Now run ye forth your several ways: he is not here who kept you back.\n\nFor hath not Indra sunk his bolt deep down in Vrtra's vital part?\n\n8 On-rushing with the speed of thought within the iron fort he pressed:\n\nThe Falcon went to heaven and brought the Soma to the Thunderer.\n\n9 Deep in the ocean lies the bolt with waters compassed round about,\n\nAnd in continuous onward flow the floods their tribute bring to it.\n\n10 When, uttering words which no one comprehended, Vak, Queen of Gods, the Gladdener, was seated,\n\nThe heaven's four regions drew forth drink and vigour: now whither hath her noblest portion vanished?\n\n11 The Deities generated Vak the Goddess, and animals of every figure speak her.\n\nMay she, the Gladdener, yielding food and vigour, the Milch-cow Vak, approach us meetly lauded.\n\n12 Step forth with wider stride, my comrade Visnu; make room, Dyaus, for the leaping of the lightning.\n\nLet us slay Vrtra, let us free the rivers let them flow loosed at the command of Indra.\n\n#### HYMN XC. Various.\n\n1. YEA, specially that mortal man hath toiled for service of the Gods,\n\nWho quickly hath brought near Mitra and Varuna. to share his sacrificial gifts.\n\n2 Supreme in sovran power, far-sighted, Chiefs and Kings, most swift to hear from far away,\n\nBoth, wondrously, set them in motion as with arms, in company with Surya's beams.\n\n3 The rapid messenger who runs before you, Mitra-Varuna, with iron head, swift to the draught,\n\n4 He whom no man may question, none may summon back, who stands not still for colloquy,-\n\nFrom hostile clash with him keep ye us safe this day: keep us in safety with your arms.\n\n5 To Aryaman and Mitra sing a reverent song, O pious one,\n\nA pleasant hymn that shall protect to Varuna: sing forth a laud unto the Kings.\n\n6 The true, Red Treasure they have sent, one only Son born of the Three.\n\nThey, the Immortal Ones, never deceived, survey the families of mortal men.\n\n7 My songs are lifted up, and acts most splendid are to be performed.\n\nCome hither, ye Nasatyas, with accordant mind, to meet and to enjoy my gifts.\n\n8 Lords of great wealth, when we invoke your bounty which no demon checks,\n\nBoth of you, furthering our eastward-offcred praise, come, Chiefs whom Jamadagni lauds!\n\n9 Come, Vayu, drawn by fair hymns, to our sacrifice that reaches heaven.\n\nPoured on the middle of the strainingcloth, and cooked, this bright drink hath been offered ilice.\n\n10 He comes by straightest paths, as ministering Priest, to taste the sacrificial gifts.\n\nThen, Lord of harnessed teams I drink of the twofold draught, bright Soma mingled with the milk.\n\n11 Verily, Surya, thou art great; truly, Aditya, thou art great.\n\nAs thou art great indeed, thy greatness is admired: yea, verily, thou, God, art great.\n\n12 Yea, Surya, thou art great in fame thou evermore, O God, art great.\n\nThou by thy greatness art the Gods' High Priest, divine, far-spread unconquerable light.\n\n13 She yonder, bending lowly down, clothed in red hues and rich in rays,\n\nIs seen, advancing as it were with various tints, amid the ten surrounding arms.\n\n14 Past and gone are three mortal generations: the fourth and last into the Sun hath entered.\n\nHe mid the worlds his lofty place hath taken. Into green plants is gone the Purifying.\n\n15 The Rudras' Mother, Daughter of the Vasus, centre of nectar, the Adityas' Sister-\n\nTo folk who understand will 1 proclaim it-injure not Aditi, the Cow, the sinless.\n\n16 Weak-minded men have as a cow adopted me who came hither from the Gods, a Goddess,\n\nWho, skilled in eloquence, her voice uplifteth, who standeth near at hand with all devotions.\n\n#### HYMN XCI. Agni.\n\n1. LORD of the house, Sage, ever young, high power of life, O Agni, God,\n\nThou givest to thy worshipper.\n\n2 So with our song that prays and serves, attentive, Lord of spreading light,\n\nAgni, bring hitherward the Gods.\n\n3 For, Ever-Youthful One, with thee, best Furtherer, as our ally,\n\nWe overcome, to win the spoil.\n\n4 As Aurva Bhrgu used, as Apnavana used, I call the pure\n\nAgni who clothes him with the sea.\n\n5 1 call the Sage who sounds like wind, the Might that like Parjanya roars,\n\nAgni who clothes him with the sea.\n\n6 As Savitar's productive Power, as him who sends down bliss, I call\n\nAgni who clothes him with the sea.\n\n7 Hither, for powerful kirship, I call Agni, him Who prospers you,\n\nMost frequent at our solemn rites\n\n8 That through this famed One's power, he may stand by us even as Tvastar comes\n\nUnto the forms that must he shaped.\n\n9 This Agni is the Lord supreme above all glories mid the Gods:\n\nMay he come nigh to us with strength.\n\n10 Here praise ye him the most renowned of all the ministering Priests,\n\nAgni, the Chief at sacrifice;\n\n11 Piercing, with purifying flame, enkindled in our homes, most high,\n\nSwiftest to hear from far away.\n\n12 Sage, laud the Mighty One who wins the spoil of victory like a steed,\n\nAnd, Mitra like, unites the folk.\n\n13 Still turning to their aim in thee, the oblation-bearer's sister hymns\n\nHave come to thee before the wind.\n\n14 The waters find their place in him, for whom the threefold sacred grass\n\nIs spread unbound, unlimited.\n\n15 The station of the Bounteous God hath, through his aid which none impair,\n\nA pleasant aspect like the Sun.\n\n16 Blazing with splendour, Agni, God, through pious gifts of sacred oil,\n\nBring thou the Gods and worship them.\n\n17 The Gods as mothers brought thee forth, the Immortal Sage, O Afigiras,\n\nThe bearer of our gifts to heaven.\n\n18 Wise Agni, Gods established thee, the Seer, noblest messenger,\n\nAs bearer of our sacred gifts.\n\n19 No cow have I to call mine own, no axe at hand wherewith to work,\n\nYet what is here I bring to thee.\n\n20 O Agni, whatsoever be the fuel that we lay for thee,\n\nBe pleased therewith, Most Youthful God\n\n21 That which the white-ant cats away, that over which the emmet crawls-\n\nMay all of this be oil to thee.\n\n22 When he enkindles Agni, man should with his heart attend the song:\n\nI with the priests have kindled him.\n\n#### HYMN XCII. Agni\n\n1. THAT noblest Furtherer hath appeared, to whom men bring their holy works.\n\nOur songs of praise have risen aloft to Agni who was barn to give the Arya strength.\n\n2 Agni of Divodasa turned, as 'twere in majesty, to the Gods.\n\nOnward he sped along the mother earth, and took his station in the height of heaven.\n\n3 Him before whom the people shrink when he performs his glorious deeds,\n\nHim who wins thousands at the worship of the Gods, himself, that Agni, serve with son s.\n\n4 The mortal man whom thou wouldst lead to opulence, O Vasu, he who brings thee gifts.\n\nHe, Agni, wins himself a hero singing lauds, yea, one who feeds a thousand men.\n\n5 He with the steed wins spoil even in the fenced fort, and gains imperishable fame.\n\nIn thee, O Lord of wealth, continually we lay all precious offerings to the Gods.\n\n6 To him who dealeth out all wealth, who is the cheerful Priest of men,\n\nTo him, like the first vessels filled with savoury juice, to Agni go the songs of praise.\n\n7 Votaries, richly-gifted, deck him with their songs, even as the steed who draws the car.\n\nOn both, Strong Lord of men! on child and grandson pour the bounties which our nobles give.\n\n8 Sing forth to him, the Holy, most munificent, sublime with his refulgent glow,\n\nTo Agni, ye Upastutas.\n\n9 Worshipped with gifts, enkindled, splendid, Maghavan shall win himself heroic fame.\n\nAnd will not his most newly shown benevolence come to us with abundant strength?\n\n10 Priest, presser of the juice! praise now the dearest Guest of all our friends,\n\nAgni, the driver of the cars.\n\n11 Who, finder-out of treasures open and concealed, bringeth them hither, Holy One;\n\nWhose waves, as in a cataract, are hard to pass, when he, through song, would win him strength.\n\n12 Let not the noble Guest, Agni, be wroth with us: by many a man his praise is sung,\n\nGood Herald, skilled in sacrifice.\n\n13 O Vasu, Agni, let not them be harmed who come in any way with lauds to thee.\n\nEven the lowly, skilled in rites, with offered gifts, seeketh thee for the envoy's task.\n\n14 Friend of the Maruts, Agni, come with Rudras to the Soma-draught,\n\nTo Sobhar's fair song of praise, and be thou joyful in the light.\n\nVALAKHILYA\n\nAPPENDIX: (Book VIII. Hymns 49-59. M. Müller.)\n\n#### HYMN I. Indra.\n\n1. TO you will I sing Indra's praise who gives good gifts as well we know;\n\nThe praise of Maghavan who, rich in treasure, aids his singers with wealth thousandfold.\n\n2 As with a hundred hosts, he rushes boldly on, and for the offerer slays his foes.\n\nAs from a mountain flow the water-brooks, thus flow his gifts who feedeth many a one.\n\n3 The drops effused, the gladdening draughts, O Indra, Lover of the Son\n\nAs waters seek the lake where they are wont to rest, fill thee, for bounty, Thunderer.\n\n4 The matchless draught that strengthens and gives eloquence, the sweetest of the meath drink thou,\n\nThat in thy joy thou maysi scatter thy gifts o'er us, plenteously, even as the dust.\n\n5 Come quickly to our laud, urged on by Soma-pressers like a horse-\n\nLaud, Godlike Indra, which milch-kine make sweet for thee: with Kanva's sons are gifts for thee.\n\n6 With homage have we sought thee as a Hero, strong, preeminent, with unfailing wealth.\n\nO Thunderer, as a plenteous spring pours forth its stream, so, Indra, flow our songs to thee.\n\n7 If now thou art at sacrifice, or if thou art upon the earth,\n\nCome thence, high-thoughted! to our sacrifice with the Swift, come, Mighty with the Mighty Ones.\n\n8 The active, fleet-foot, tawny Coursers that are thine are swift to victory, like the Wind,\n\nWherewith thou goest round to visit Manus' seed, wherewith all heaven is visible.\n\n9 Indra, from thee so great we crave prosperity in wealth of kine,\n\nAs, Maghavan, thou favouredst Medhyatithi, and, in the fight, Nipatithi.\n\n10 As, Maghavan, to Kanva, Trasadasyu, and to Paktha and Dasavraja;\n\nAs, Indra, to Gosarya and Rjisvan, thou vouchsafedst wealth in kine and gold.\n\n#### HYMN II. Indra.\n\n1. SAKRA I praise, to win his aid, far-famed, exceeding bountiful,\n\nWho gives, as 'twere in thousands, precious wealth to him who sheds the juice and worships him.\n\n2 Arrows with hundred points, unconquerable, are this Indra's n-dghty arms in war.\n\nHe streams on liberal worshippers like a hill with springs, when juices poured have gladdened him.\n\n3 What time the flowing Soma-drops have gladdened with their taste the Friend,\n\nLike water, gracious Lord! were my libations made, like milch-kine to the worshipper.\n\n4 To him the peerless, who is calling you to give you aid, forth flow the drops of pleasant meath.\n\nThe Soloa-drops which call on thee, O gracious Lord, have brought thee to our hymn of praise.\n\n5 He rushes hurrying like a steed to Soma that adorns our rite,\n\nWhich hymns make sweet to thee, lover of pleasant food. The call to Paura thou dost love.\n\n6 Praise the strong, grasping Hero, winner of the spoil, ruling supreme oer mighty wealth.\n\nLike a full spring, O Thunderer, from thy store hast thou poured on the worshipper evermore.\n\n7 Now whether thou be far away, or in the heavens, or on the earth,\n\nO Indra, mighty- thoughted, harnessing thy Bays, come Lofty with the Lofty Ones.\n\n8 The Bays who draw thy chariot, Steeds who injure none, surpass the wind's impetuous strength-\n\nWith whom thou silencest the enemy of man, with whon; thou goest round the sky.\n\n9 O gracious Hero, may we learn anew to know thee as thou art:\n\nAs in decisive fight thou holpest Etasa, or Vasa 'gainst Dasavraja,\n\n10 As, Maghavan, to Kanva at the sacred feast, to Dirghanitha thine home-friend,\n\nAs to Gosarya thou, Stone-darter, gavest wealth, give me a gold-bright stall of kine.\n\n#### HYMN III. Indra.\n\n1. As with Manu Samvarani, Indra, thou drankest Soma juice,\n\nAnd, Maghavan, with Nipatithi, Medbyatithi, with Pustigu and Srustigu,-\n\n2 T'he son of Prsadvana was Praskaniva's host, who lay decrepit and forlorn.\n\nAided by thee the Rsi Dasyave-vrka strove to obtain thousands of kine.\n\n3 Call hither with thy newest song Indra who lacks not hymns of praise,\n\nHim who observes and knows, inspirer of the sage, him who seems eager to enjoy.\n\n4 He unto whom they sang the seven-headed hymn, three-parted, in the loftiest place,\n\nHe sent his thunder down on all these living things, and so displayed heroic might.\n\n5 We invocate that Indra who bestoweth precious things on us.\n\nNow do we know his newest favour; may we gain a stable that is full of kine.\n\n6 He whom thou aidest, gracious Lord, to give again, obtains great wealth to nourish him.\n\nWe with our Soma ready, Lover of the Song! call, Indra Maghavan, on thee.\n\n7 Ne'er art thou fruitless, Indra ne'er dost thou desert the worshipper\n\nBut now, O Maghavan, thy bounty as a God is poured forth ever more and more.\n\n8 He who hath. overtaken Krvi with his might, and silenced Susna with deathbolts,-\n\nWhen he supported yonder heaven and spread it out, then first the son of earth was born.\n\n9 Good Lord of wealth is he to whom all Aryas, Dasas here belong.\n\nDirectly unto thee, the pious Rusama Paviru, is that wealth brought nigh.\n\n10 In zealous haste the singers have sung forth a song distilling oil and rich in sweets.\n\nRiches have spread among us and heroic strength, with us are flowing Soma-drops.\n\n#### HYMN IV. Indra.\n\n1. As, Sakra, thou with Manu called Vivasvan drankest Soma juice,\n\nAs, Indra, thou didst love the hymn by Trita's side, so dost thou joy with Ayu now.\n\n2 As thou with Matarisvan, Medhya, Prsadhra, hast cheered thee Indra, with pressed juice,\n\nDrunk Soma with Rjunas, Syumarasmi, by Dasonya's Dasasipra's side.\n\n3 'Tis he who made the lauds his own and boldly drank the Soma juice,\n\nHe to whom Visnu came striding his three wide steps, as Mitra's statutes ordered it.\n\n4 In whose laud thou didst joy, Indra, at the great deed, O Satakratu, Mighty One!\n\nSeeking renown we call thee as the milkers call the cow who yields abundant milk.\n\n5 He is our Sire who gives to us, Great, Mighty, ruling as he wills.\n\nUnsought, may he the Strong, Rich, Lord of ample wealth, give us of horses and of kine.\n\n6 He to whom thou, Good Lord, givest that he may give increases wealth that nourishes.\n\nEager for wealth we call on Indra, Lord of wealth, on Satakratu with our lauds.\n\n7 Never art thou neglectful: thou guardest both races with thy care.\n\nThe call on Indra, fourth Aditya! is thine own. Amrta is stablished in the heavens.\n\n8 The offercr whom thou, Indra, Lover of the Song, liberal Maghavan, favourest,-\n\nAs at the call of Kanva so, O gracious Lord, hear, thou our songs and eulogy.\n\n9 Sung is the song of ancient time: to Indra have ye said the prayer.\n\nThey have sung many a Brhati of sacrifice, poured forth the worshipper's many thoughts.\n\n10 Indra hath tossed together mighty stores of wealth, and both the worlds, yea, and the Sun.\n\nPure, brightly-shining, mingled with the milk, the draughts of Soma have made Indra glad.\n\n#### HYMN V. Indra.\n\n1. As highest of the Maghavans, preeminent among the Bulls,\n\nBest breaker-down of forts, kine-winner, Lord of wealth, we seek thee, Indra Maghavan.\n\n2 Thou who subduedst Ayu, Kutsa, Atithigva, waxing daily in thy might,\n\nAs such, rousing thy power, we invocate thee now, thee Satakratu, Lord of Bays.\n\n3 The pressing-stones shall pour for us the essence of the meath of all,\n\nDrops that have been pressed out afar among the folk, and those that have been pressed near us.\n\n4 Repel all enmities and keep thern far away: let all win treasure for their own.\n\nEven among Sistas are the stalks that make thee glad, where thou with Soma satest thee.\n\n5 Come, Indra, very near to us with aids of firmly-based resolve;\n\nCome, most auspicious, with thy most auspicious help, good Kinsman, with good kinsmen, come!\n\n6 Bless thou with progeny the chief of men, the lord of heroes, victor in the fray.\n\nAid with thy powers the men who sing thee lauds and keep their spirits ever pure and bright.\n\n7 May we be such in battle as are surest to obtain thy grace:\n\nWith holy offerings and invocations of the Gods, we mean, that we may win the spoil.\n\n8 Thine, Lord of Bays, am I. Prayer longeth for the spoil. Still with thy help I seek the fight.\n\nSo, at the raiders' head, I, craving steeds and kine, unite myself with thee alone.\n\n#### HYMN VI. Indra.\n\n1. INDRA, the poets with. their hymns extol this hero might of thine:\n\nThey strengthened, loud in song, thy power that droppeth oil. With hymns the Pauras came to thee.\n\n2 Through piety they came to Indra for his aid, they whose libations give theejoy.\n\nAs thou with, Krsa and Samvarta hast rejoiced, so, Indra, be thou glad with us.\n\n3 Agreeing in your spirit, all ye Deities, come nigh to us.\n\nVasus and Rudras shall come near to give us aid, and Maruts listen to our call.\n\n4 May Pusan, Visnu, and Sarasvati befriend, and the Seven Streams, this call of mine:\n\nMay Waters, Wind, the Mountains, and the Forest-Lord, and Earth give ear unto my cry.\n\n5 Indra, with thine own bounteous gift, most liberal of the Mighty Ones,\n\nBe our boon benefactor, Vrtra-slayer, be our feast-companion for our weal.\n\n6 Leader of heroes, Lord of battle, lead thou us to combat, thou Most Sapient One.\n\nHigh fame is theirs who win by invocations, feasts and entertainment of the Gods.\n\n7 Our hopes rest on the Faithful One: in Indra is the people's life.\n\nO Maghavan, come nigh that thou mayst give us aid: make plenteous food stream forth for us.\n\n8 Thee would we worship, Indra, with our songs of praise: O Satakratu, be thou ours.\n\nPour down upon Praskanva bounty vast and firm, exuberant, that shall never fail.\n\n#### HYMN VII. Praskanva's Gift.\n\n1. GREAT, verily, is Indra's might. I have beheld, and hither comes\n\nThy bounty, Dasyave-vrka!\n\n2 A hundred oxen white of hue are shining like the stars in heaven,\n\nSo tall, they seem to prop the sky.\n\n3 Bamboos a hundred, a hundred dogs, a hundred skins of beasts well-tanned,\n\nA hundred tufts of Balbaja, four hundred red-hued mares are mine.\n\n4 Blest by the Gods, Kinvayanas! be ye who spread through life on life:\n\nLike horses have ye stridden forth.\n\n5 Then men extolled the team of seven not yet full-grown, its fame is great.\n\nThe dark mares rushed along the paths, so that no eye could follow them.\n\n#### HYMN VIII Praskanva's Go.\n\n1. THY bounty, Dasyave-vrka, exhaustless hath displayed itself:\n\nIts fulness is as broad as heaven.\n\n2 Ten thousand Dasyave-vrka, the son of Putakrata, hath\n\nFrom his own wealth bestowed on me.\n\n3 A hundred asses hath he given, a hundred head of fleecy sheep,\n\nA hundred slaves, and wreaths besides.\n\n4 There also was a mare led forth, picked out for Putakrata's sake,\n\nNot of the horses of the herd.\n\n5 Observant Agni hath appeared, oblation-bearer with his car.\n\nAgni with his resplendent flame hath shone on high as shines the Sun, hath shone like Surya in theheavens.\n\n#### HYMN IX. Asvins.\n\n1. ENDOWED, O Gods, with your primeval wisdom, come quickly with your chariot, O ye Holy.\n\nCome with your mighty powers, O ye Nasatyas; come hither, drink ye this the third libation.\n\n2 The truthful Deities, the Three-and-Thirty, saw you approach before the Ever-Truthful.\n\nAccepting this our worship and libation, O Asvins bright with fire, drink ye the Soma.\n\n3 Asvins, that work of yours deserves our wonder,-the Bull of heaven and earth and air's mid region;\n\nYea, and your thousand promises in battle, -to all of these come near and drink beside us.\n\n4 Here is your portion laid for you, ye Holy: come to these songs of ours, O ye Nasatyas.\n\nDrink among us the Soma full of sweetness, and with your powers assist the man who worships.\n\n#### HYMN X. Visvedevas.\n\n1. HE whom the priests in sundry ways arranging the sacrifice, of one accord, bring hither,\n\nWho was appointed as a learned Brahman, -what is the sacrificer's knowledge of him?\n\n2 Kindled in many a spot, still One is Agni; Silrya is One though high o'er all he shineth.\n\nIllumining this All, still One is usas. That which is One hath into All developed.\n\n3 The chariot bright and radiant, treasure-laden, three-wheeled, with easy seat, and lightly rolling,\n\nWhich She of Wondrous Wealth was born to harness,-this car of yours I call. Drink what remaineth.\n\n#### HYMN XI. Indra-Varuna.\n\n1. IN offerings poured to you, O Indra-Varuna, these shares of yours stream forth to glorify your state.\n\nYe haste to the libations at each sacrifice when ye assist the worshipper who sheds the juice.\n\n2 The waters and the plants, O Indra-Varuna, had efficacious vigour, and attained to might:\n\nYe who have gone beyond the path of middle air,-no godless man is worthy to be called your foe.\n\n3 True is your Krsa's word, Indra and Varuna: The seven holy voices pour a wave of meath.\n\nFor their sake, Lords of splendour! aid the pious man who, unbewildered, keeps you ever in his thoughts.\n\n4 Dropping oil, sweet with Soma, pouring forth their stream, are the Seven Sisters in the seat of sacrifice.\n\nThese, dropping oil, are yours, O Indra-Varuna: with these enrich with gifts and help the worshipper.\n\n5 To our great happiness have we ascribed to these Two Bright Ones truthfulness, great strength, and majesty.\n\nO Lords of splendour, aid us through the Three-times-Seven, as we pour holy oil, O Indra-Varuna.\n\n6 What ye in time of old Indra and Varuna, gave Rsis revelation, thought, and power of song,\n\nAnd places which the wise made, weaving sacrifice,-these through my spirit's fervid glow have I beheld.,\n\n7 O Indra-Varuna, grant to the worshippers cheerfulness void of pride, and wealth to nourish them.\n\nVouchsafe us food, prosperity, and progeny, and lengthen out our days that we may see long life.",
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