Rig Veda

Mandal - 8 (Part - 8)

HYMN 53 Indra

1

MAY our hymns give thee great delight. Display thy bounty, Thunderer.
Drive off the enemies of prayer.

2

Crush with thy foot the niggard churls who bring no gifts. Mighty art thou
There is not one to equal thee.

3

Thou art the Lord of Soma pressed, Soma impressed is also thine.
Thou art the Sovran of the folk.

4

Come, go thou forth, dwelling in heaven and listening to the prayers of men:
Thou fillest both the heavens and earth.

5

Even that hill with rocky heights, with hundreds, thousands, held within.
Thou for thy worshippers brakest through.

6

We call on thee both night and day to taste the flowing Soma juice:
Do thou fulfil our heart's desire.

7

Where is that ever-youthful Steer, strong. necked and never yet bent down?
What Brahman ministers to him?

8

To whose libation doth the Steer, betake him with delight therein?
Who takes delight in Indra now?

9

Whom, Vrtra-slayer, have thy gift and hero powers accompanied?
Who is thy dearest in the laud?

10

For thee among mankind, among the Purus is this Soma shed.
Hasten thou hither: drink thereof.

11

This, growing by Soma and by Saryanavan, dear to thee,
In Arjikiya, cheers thee best.

12

Hasten thou hitherward, and drink this for munificence to-day,
Delightful for thine eager draught.

 

 

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