Rig Veda

RIG VEDA – BOOK EIGHT
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kine,
As, Maghavan, thou favouredst Medhyatithi, and, in the fight,
Nipatithi.
10 As, Maghavan, to Kanva, Trasadasyu, and to Paktha and
Dasavraja;
As, Indra, to Gosarya and Rjisvan, thou vouchsafedst wealth in
kine and gold.
HYMN II. Indra.
1. SAKRA I praise, to win his aid, far-famed, exceeding
bountiful,
Who gives, as 'twere in thousands, precious wealth to him who
sheds the juice and worships him.
2 Arrows with hundred points, unconquerable, are this Indra's
n-dghty arms in war.
He streams on liberal worshippers like a hill with springs,
when juices poured have gladdened him.
3 What time the flowing Soma-drops have gladdened with
their taste the Friend,
Like water, gracious Lord! were my libations made, like
milch-kine to the worshipper.
4 To him the peerless, who is calling you to give you aid, forth
flow the drops of pleasant meath.
The Soloa-drops which call on thee, O gracious Lord, have
brought thee to our hymn of praise.
5 He rushes hurrying like a steed to Soma that adorns our rite,
Which hymns make sweet to thee, lover of pleasant food. The
call to Paura thou dost love.
6 Praise the strong, grasping Hero, winner of the spoil, ruling
supreme oer mighty wealth.
Like a full spring, O Thunderer, from thy store hast thou
poured on the worshipper evermore.
7 Now whether thou be far away, or in the heavens, or on the
earth,
O Indra, mighty- thoughted, harnessing thy Bays, come Lofty
with the Lofty Ones.
8 The Bays who draw thy chariot, Steeds who injure none,
surpass the wind's impetuous strength-
With whom thou silencest the enemy of man, with whon; thou
goest round the sky.
9 O gracious Hero, may we learn anew to know thee as thou
art:
As in decisive fight thou holpest Etasa, or Vasa 'gainst
Dasavraja,
10 As, Maghavan, to Kanva at the sacred feast, to Dirghanitha
thine home-friend,
As to Gosarya thou, Stone-darter, gavest wealth, give me a
gold-bright stall of kine.
HYMN III. Indra.
1. As with Manu Samvarani, Indra, thou drankest Soma juice,
And, Maghavan, with Nipatithi, Medbyatithi, with Pustigu and
Srustigu,-
2 T'he son of Prsadvana was Praskaniva's host, who lay
decrepit and forlorn.
Aided by thee the Rsi Dasyave-vrka strove to obtain thousands
of kine.
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3 Call hither with thy newest song Indra who lacks not hymns
of praise,
Him who observes and knows, inspirer of the sage, him who
seems eager to enjoy.
4 He unto whom they sang the seven-headed hymn, threeparted,
in the loftiest place,
He sent his thunder down on all these living things, and so
displayed heroic might.
5 We invocate that Indra who bestoweth precious things on us.
Now do we know his newest favour; may we gain a stable that
is full of kine.
6 He whom thou aidest, gracious Lord, to give again, obtains
great wealth to nourish him.
We with our Soma ready, Lover of the Song! call, Indra
Maghavan, on thee.
7 Ne'er art thou fruitless, Indra ne'er dost thou desert the
worshipper
But now, O Maghavan, thy bounty as a God is poured forth
ever more and more.
8 He who hath. overtaken Krvi with his might, and silenced
Susna with deathbolts,-
When he supported yonder heaven and spread it out, then first
the son of earth was born.
9 Good Lord of wealth is he to whom all Aryas, Dasas here
belong.
Directly unto thee, the pious Rusama Paviru, is that wealth
brought nigh.
10 In zealous haste the singers have sung forth a song distilling
oil and rich in sweets.
Riches have spread among us and heroic strength, with us are
flowing Soma-drops.
HYMN IV. Indra.
1. As, Sakra, thou with Manu called Vivasvan drankest Soma
juice,
As, Indra, thou didst love the hymn by Trita's side, so dost thou
joy with Ayu now.
2 As thou with Matarisvan, Medhya, Prsadhra, hast cheered
thee Indra, with pressed juice,
Drunk Soma with Rjunas, Syumarasmi, by Dasonya's
Dasasipra's side.
3 'Tis he who made the lauds his own and boldly drank the
Soma juice,
He to whom Visnu came striding his three wide steps, as
Mitra's statutes ordered it.
4 In whose laud thou didst joy, Indra, at the great deed, O
Satakratu, Mighty One!
Seeking renown we call thee as the milkers call the cow who
yields abundant milk.
5 He is our Sire who gives to us, Great, Mighty, ruling as he
wills.
Unsought, may he the Strong, Rich, Lord of ample wealth,
give us of horses and of kine.
6 He to whom thou, Good Lord, givest that he may give
increases wealth that nourishes.
Eager for wealth we call on Indra, Lord of wealth, on Satakratu
with our lauds.