Rig Veda

Mandal - 8 (Part - 8)

HYMN 80 Indra

1

DOWN to the stream a maiden came, and found the Soma by the way.
Bearing it to her home she said, For Indra will I press thee out, for Sakra will I press thee out.

2

Thou roaming yonder, little man, beholding every house in turn,
Drink thou this Soma pressed with teeth, accompanied with grain and curds, with cake of meal and song of praise.

3

Fain would we learn to know thee well, nor yet can we attain to thee.
Still slowly and in gradual drops, O Indu, unto Indra flow.

4

Will he not help and work for us? Will he not make us wealthier?
Shall we not, hostile to our lord, unite ourselves to Indra now?

5

O Indra, cause to sprout again three places, these which I declare,-
My father's head, his cultured field, and this the part below my waist.

6

Make all of these grow crops of hair, you cultivated field of ours,
My body, and my father's head.

7

Cleansing Apala, Indra! thrice, thou gavest sunlike skin to her,
Drawn, Satakratu! through the hole of car, of wagon, and of yoke.