Rig Veda

Book 10, Hymn CLII. Indra

1. A MIGHTY Governor art thou, Wondrous, Destroyer of the foe,
Whose friend is never done to death, and never, never overcome.

2 Lord of the clan, who brings us bliss, Strong, Warrior, Slayer of the fiend,
May India, Soma-drinker, go before us, Bull who gives us peace.

3 Drive Rākṣasas and foes away, break thou in pieces Vṛtra'sjaws:
O Vṛtra-slaying Indra, quell the foeman's wrath who threatens us.

4 O Indra, beat our foes away, humble the men who challenge us:
Send down to nether darkness him who seeks to do us injury.

5 Baffle the foeman's plan, ward off his weapon who would conquer us.
Give shelter from his furious wrath, and keep his murdering dart afar.