Rig Veda

Book 1, Hymn IX. Indra

1 COME, Indra, and delight thee with the juice at all the Soma feasts,
Protector, mighty in thy strength.

2 To Indra pour ye forth the juice, the active gladdening juice to him
The gladdening, omnific God.

3 O Lord of all men, fair of cheek, rejoice thee in the gladdening lauds,
Present at these drink-offerings.

4 Songs have outpoured themselves to thee, Indra, the strong, the guardian Lord,
And raised themselves unsatisfied.

5 Send to us bounty manifold, O Indra, worthy of our wish,
For power supreme is only thine.

6 O Indra, stimulate thereto us emulously fain for wealth,
And glorious, O most splendid One.

7 Give, Indra, wide and lofty fame, wealthy in cattle and in strength,
Lasting our life-time, failing not.

8 Grant us high fame, O Indra, grant riches bestowing thousands, those
Fair fruits of earth borne home in wains.

9 Praising with songs the praise-worthy who cometh to our aid, we call
Indra, the Treasure-Lord of wealth.

10 To lofty Indra, dweller by each libation, the pious man
Sings forth aloud a strengthening hymn.