Rig-Veda, Book 10: HYMN CLII. Indra

1. A MIGHTY Governor art thou, Wondrous, Destroyer of the foe, Whose friend is never done to death, and never, never overcome. 2 Lord of the clan, who brings us bliss, Strong, Warrior, Slayer of the fiend, May India, Soma-drinker, go before us, Bull who gives us peace. 3 Drive Rākṣasas and foes away, break thou in pieces Vṛtra'sjaws: O Vṛtra-slaying Indra, quell the foeman's wrath who threatens us. 4 O Indra, beat our foes away, humble the men who challenge us: Send down to nether darkness him who seeks to do us injury. 5 Baffle the foeman's plan, ward off his weapon who would conquer us. Give shelter from his furious wrath, and keep his murdering dart afar.