Book 20: Hymn 85

HYMN LXXXV 1Glorify naught besides, O friends; so shall no sorrow trouble you. Praise only mighty Indra when the juice is shed, and say your lauds repeatedly: 2Even him, eternal, like a bull who rushes down, men's con- queror, bounteous like a cow; Him who is cause of both, of enmity and peace, to both sides most munificent. 3Although these men in sundry ways invoke thee to obtain thine aid. Be this our prayer, addressed, O Indra, unto thee, thine exalta- tion every day. 4Those skilled in song, O Maghavan, among these men o'ercome with might the foeman's songs, Come hither, bring us strength in many a varied form most near that it may succour us.