Book 20: Hymn 20

HYMN XX 1Drink thou the Soma for our help, bright, vigilant, exceeding strong, O Indra, Lord of Hundred Powers. 2O Satakratu, powers which thou mid the Five Races hast dis- played These, Indra, do I claim of thee. 3Indra, great glory hast thou gained. Win splendid fame which none may mar: We make thy might perpetual. 4Come to us either from anear, or, Sakra, come from far away. p. 280 Indra, wherever be thy home, come to us thence, O Thunder- armed. 5Verily Indra, conquering all, driveth even mighty fear away; For firm is he and swift to act. 6Indra be gracious unto us: sin shall not reach us afterward . And good shall be before us still, 7From all the regions of the world let Indra send security. The foe-subduer, swift to act.