Book 20: Hymn 112

HYMN CXII

1Whatever, Vritra-slayer! thou Sūrya, hast risen upon to-day,
That, Indra, all is in thy power.
2When, Mighty One, Lord of the Brave, thou thinkest, I shall
never die,
That thought of thine is true indeed.
3Thou, Indra, goest unto all Soma libations shed for thee,
Both far away and near at hand.