1 INDRA, bring wealth that gives delight, the victor's ever-conquering wealth, Most excellent, to be our aid; 2 By means of which we may repel our foes in battle hand to hand, By thee assisted with the car. 3 Aided by thee, the thunder-armed, Indra, may we lift up the bolt, And conquer all our foes in fight. 4 With thee, O India, for ally with missile-darting heroes, may We conquer our embattled foes. 5 Mighty is Indra, yea supreme; greatness be his, the Thunderer: Wide as the heaven extends his power 6 Which aideth those to win them sons, who come as heroes to the fight, Or singers loving holy thoughts. 7 His belly, drinking deepest draughts of Soma, like an ocean swells, Like wide streams from the cope of heaven. 8 So also is his excellence, great, vigorous, rich in cattle, like A ripe branch to the worshipper. 9 For verily thy mighty powers, Indra, are saving helps at once Unto a worshipper like me. 10 So are his lovely gifts; let lauds and praises be to Indra sung, That he may drink the Soma juice.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)
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