Rig-Veda, Book 8: HYMN LXX. Indra

1. INDRA, God of the mighty arm, gather for us with thy right hand Manifold and nutritious spoil. 2 We know thee mighty in thy deeds, of mighty bounty, mighty wealth, Mighty in measure, prompt to aid. 3 Hero, when thou art fain to give, neither may Gods nor mortal men Restrain thee like a fearful Bull. 4 Come, let us glorify Indra, Lord supreme of wealth, Self-ruling King: In bounty may he harm us not. 5 Let prelude sound and following chant so let him hear the Sāman sung, And with his bounty answer us. 6 O Indra, with thy right hand bring, and with thy left remember us. Let us not lose our share of wealth. 7 Come nigh, O Bold One, boldly bring hither the riches of the churl Who giveth least of all the folk. 8 Indra, the booty which thou hast with holy singers to receive, Even that booty win with us. 9 Indra, thy swiftly-coming spoil, the booty which rejoices all, Sounds quick in concert with our hopes.