Sama Veda

SECOND PART

BOOK VIII

Chapter III

HYMN 3 Indra

1

Come hither, Indra, with bay steeds, joyous, with tails like peacocks' plumes!
Let no men check thy course as fowlers stay the bird: pass o'er them as o'er desert lands!

2

Vritra's devourer, he who burst the cloud, brake forts, and drave the floods,
Indra, who mounts his chariot at his bay steeds' cry, shatters e'en things that stand most firm.

3

Like pools of water deep and full, like kine thou cherishest thy might;
Like the milch-cows that go well-guarded to the mead, like water-brooks that reach the lake.