Book 20: Hymn 49

HYMN XLIX

1When voices, fain to win mid-air, ascended to the Mighty One,
The vigorous God was filled with joy.
2Praise with the voice the Mighty, praise the awful with the voice:
in heaven
He, the most bounteous, hath been glad.
3Praise with the voice the Mighty: he rules in each realm. In
transport he
Hath set upon the sacred grass.
4As cows low to their calf in stalls, so with our songs we glorify
This Indra, even your wondrous God who checks attack, who
joys in the delightful juice.
5Celestial, bounteous Giver, God, with power and might, rich,
mountain-like, in precious things.
Him soon we see for foodful booty rich in kine, brought
hundredfold and thousandfold.
6I crave of thee that hero strength—that thou mayst first regard
this prayer
Wherewith thou helpest Bhrigu and the Yatis and Praskanva
when the prize was staked.
7Wherewith thou sentest mighty waters to the sea—Indra, that
manly strength of thine.
For ever unattainable is this power of him to whom the worlds
have cried aloud.