2Him to whose hand, men closely cling, and drivers stand on his golden chariot firmly stationed. With his firm arms he holds the reins; his Horses, the Stallions, are yoked ready for the journey.

3Thy devotees embrace thy feet for glory. Bold, thunder−armed, rich, through thy strength, in guerdon, Robed in a garment fair as heaven to look on, thou hast displayed thee like an active dancer.

4That Soma when effused hath best consistence, for which the food is dressed and grain is mingled; By which the men who pray, extolling Indra chief favourites of Gods, recite their praises.

5No limit of thy might hath been appointed, which by its greatness sundered earth and heaven. These the Prince filleth full with strong endeavour, driving, as 'twere, with help his flocks to waters.

6So be the lofty Indra prompt to listen, Helper unaided, golden−visored Hero. Yea, so may he, shown forth in might unequalled, smite down the many Vrtras and the Dasyus.

7Crop goodly pasturage and be prolific drink pure sweet water at good drinking places. Never be thief or sinful man your matter, and may the dart of Rudra still avoid you.

8Now let this close admixture be close intermigled with these Cows, Mixt with the Steer's prolific flow, and, Indra, with thy hero might. HYMN XXIX Indra. 1. YOUR men have followed Indra for his friendship, and for his loving−kindness glorified him. For he bestows great wealth, the Thunder−wielder: worship him, Great and Kind, to win his favour.