Book 20: Hymn 14

HYMN XIV 1We call on thee, O peerless One. We, seeking help, possessing nothing firm ourselves, Call on thee wonderful in fight. 2On thee for aid in sacrifice. This youth of ours, the bold, the mighty, hath gone forth. We, therefore, we thy friends, Indra, have chosen thee, free- giver, as our guardian God. 3Him who of old hath brought to us this and that blessing, him I magnify for you, Even Indra, O my friends, for help: 4Borne by bay steeds, the Lord of heroes, ruling men, for it is he who takes delight. p. 274 The Bounteous Lord bestows on us his worshippers hundreds of cattle and of steeds.