Book 20: Hymn 65

HYMN LXV 1Come, sing we praise to Indra, friends! the Hero who deserves the laud, Him who with none to aid o'ercomes all tribes of men. p. 316 2To him who wins the kine, who keeps no cattle back, celestial God, Speak wondrous speech more sweet than butter and than mead. 3Whose hero powers are measureless, whose bounty ne'er may be surpassed, Whose liberality, like light, is over all.