Rig Veda

Mandal - 1 (Part - 1)

HYMN 51 Indra

1

 MAKE glad with songs that Ram whom many men invoke, worthy of songs of praise, Indra, the sea
of wealth;
Whose gracious deeds for men spread like the heavens abroad: sing praise to him the Sage, most
liberal for our good.

2

 As aids the skilful Rbhus yearned to Indra strong to save, who fills mid-air, encompassed round
with might,
Rushing in rapture; and -o'er Satakratu came the gladdening shout that urged him on to victory.

3

Thou hast disclosed the kine's stall for the Angirases, and made a way for Atri by a hundred doors.
On Vimada thou hast bestowed both food and wealth, making thy bolt dance in the sacrificer's fight.

4

Thou hast unclosed the prisons of the waters; thou hast in the mountain seized the treasure rich in
gifts.
When thou hadst slain with might the dragon Vrtra, thou, Indra, didst raise the Sun in heaven for all
to see.

5

With wondrous might thou blewest enchanter fiends away, with powers celestial those who called
on thee in jest.
Thou, hero-hearted, hast broken down Pipru's forts, and helped Rjisvan when the Dasyus were struck
dead.

6

Thou savedst Kutsa when Susna was smitten down; to Atithigva gavest Sambara for a prey.
E'en mighty Arbuda thou troddest under foot: thou from of old wast born to strike the Dasyus dead.

7

 All power and might is closely gathered up in thee; thy bounteous spirit joys in drinking Soma juice.
Known is the thunderbolt that lies within thine arms: rend off therewith all manly prowess of our foe.

8

 Discern thou well Aryas and Dasyus; punishing the lawless give them up to him whose grass is
strewn.
Be thou the sacrificer's strong encourager all these thy deeds are my delight at festivals.

9

 Indra gives up the lawless to the pious man, destroying by the Strong Ones those who have no
strength.
Vamra when glorified destroyed the gathered piles of the still waxing great one who would reach the
heaven.

10

 The might which Usana hath formed for thee with might rends in its greatness and with strength
both worlds apart.
O Hero-souled, the steeds of Vata, yoked by thought, have carried thee to fame while thou art filled
with power.

11

When Indra hath rejoiced with Kavya Usana, he mounts his steeds who swerve wider and wider
yet.
The Strong hath loosed his bolt with the swift rush of rain, and he hath rent in pieces Susna's firmbuilt
forts.

12

Thou mountest on thy car amid strong Soma draughts: Saryata brought thee those in which thou
hast delight.
Indra, when thou art pleased with men whose Soma flows thou risest to unchallenged glory in the
sky.

13

To old Kaksivin, Soma-presser, skilled in song, O Indra, thou didst give the youthful Vrcaya.
Thou, very wise, wast Mena, Vrsanaiva's child: those deeds of thine must all be told at Soma feasts.

14

 The good man's refuge in his need is Indra, firm as a doorpost, praised among the Pajras.
Indra alone is Lord of wealth, the Giver, lover of riches, chariots, kine, and horses.

15

To him the Mighty One, the self-resplendent, verily strong and great, this praise is uttered.
May we and all the heroes, with the princes, be, in this fray, O Indra, in thy keeping.