Rig Veda

Mandal - 8 (Part - 8)

HYMN 66 Indra

1

SCARCELY was Satakratu, born when of his Mother he inquired,
Who are the mighty? Who are famed?

2

 Then Savassi declared to him Aurnavabha, Ahisuva:
Son, these be they thou must o'erthrow

3

The Vrtra-slayer smote them all as spokes are hammered into naves:
The Dasyu-killer waxed in might.

4

Then Indra at a single draught drank the contents of thirty pails,
Pails that were filled with Soma juice.

5

Indra in groundless realms of space pierced the Gandharva through, that he
Might make Brahmans' strength increase.

6

Down from the mountains Indra shot hither his well-directed shaft:
He gained the ready brew of rice.

7

One only is that shaft of thine, with thousand feathers, hundred barbs,
Which, Indra, thou hast made thy friend.

8

Strong as the gbhus at thy birth, therewith to those who praise thee, men,
And women, bring thou food to eat.

9

By thee these exploits were achieved, the mightiest deeds, abundantly:
Firm in thy heart thou settest them.

10

All these things Visnu brought, the Lord of ample stride whom thou hadst sent-
A hundred buffaloes, a brew of rice and milk: and Indra, slew the ravening boar

11

Most deadly is thy bow, successful, fashioned well: good is thine arrow, decked with gold.
Warlike and well equipped thine arms are, which increase sweetness for him who drinks the sweet.