Book 20: Hymn 74

HYMN LXXIV

1O Soma-drinker, ever true, utterly hopeless though we be,
Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
In thousands, O most wealthy One.
2O Lord of strength, whose jaws are strong, great deeds are thine,
the powerful:
Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
In thousands, O most wealthy One.
3Lull thou asleep, to wake no more, the pair who on each other
look:
Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
In thousands, O most wealthy One. p. 325
4Hero, let hostile spirits sleep, and every gentler Genius wake:
Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
In thousands, O most wealthy One.
5Destroy this ass, O Indra, who in tones discordant brays to
thee:
Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
In thousands, O most wealthy One.
6Far distant on the forest fall the tempest in a circling course;
Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
In thousands, O most wealthy One.
7Slay each reviler and destroy him who in secret injures us:
Do thou, O Indra, give us thope of beauteous horses and of
kine,
In thousands, O most wealthy One.