Book 20: Hymn 57

HYMN LVII

1As a good cow to him who milks, we call the doer of fair deeds.
To our assistance day by day.
2Come thou to our libations, drink of Soma, Soma-drinker thou!
The rich One's rapture giveth kine.
3So may we be acquainted with thine innermost benevolence:
Neglect us not, come hitherward.
4Drink for our help the Soma bright, vigilant, and exceeding
strong,
O Indra, Lord of Hundred Powers.
5O Satakratu, powers which thou mid the Five Races hast dis-
played,
These, Indra, do I claim of thee.
6Indra, great glory hast thou gained. Win splendid fame which
none may mar.
We make thy might perpetual.
7Come to us either from anear, or, Sakra, come from far away.
Indra, wherever be thy home, come thence, O Caster of the
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8Verily Indra, conquering all, driveth even mighty fear away.
For firm is he and swift to act.
9Indra be gracious unto us: sin shall not reach us afterward,
And good shall be before us still.
10From all the regions of the world let Indra send security.
The foe-subduer, swift to act.
14We compass thee like waters, we whose grass in trimmed and
Soma pressed.
Here where the filter pours its stream thy worshippers round
thee, O Vritra-slayer, sit.
15Men, Vasu, by the Soma with lauds call thee to the foremost
place.
When comest thou athirst unto the juice as home, O Indra, like
a bellowing bull?
16Boldly, bold Hero, bring us spoil in thousands for the Kanvas'
sake.
O active Maghavan, with eager prayer we crave the yellow-hued
with store of kine.