Book 20: Hymn 20

HYMN XX

1Drink thou the Soma for our help, bright, vigilant, exceeding
strong,
O Indra, Lord of Hundred Powers.
2O Satakratu, powers which thou mid the Five Races hast dis-
played
These, Indra, do I claim of thee.
3Indra, great glory hast thou gained. Win splendid fame which
none may mar:
We make thy might perpetual.
4Come to us either from anear, or, Sakra, come from far away. p. 280
Indra, wherever be thy home, come to us thence, O Thunder-
armed.
5Verily Indra, conquering all, driveth even mighty fear away;
For firm is he and swift to act.
6Indra be gracious unto us: sin shall not reach us afterward .
And good shall be before us still,
7From all the regions of the world let Indra send security.
The foe-subduer, swift to act.