HYMN LXIV

Come unto us, O Indra, dear, still conquering, unconcealable,
Vast as a mountain spread on all sides, Lord of heaven.
O truthful Soma-drinker, thou art mightier than both the
worlds.
Thou strengthenest him who pours libation, Lord of heaven.
For thou art, he, O Indra, who stormest all castles of the foe,
Slayer of Dasyus, man's supporter, Lord of heaven.
O ministering priest, pour out of the sweet juice what gladdens
most.
So is the Hero praised who ever prospers us.
Indra whom tawny coursers bear, praise such a thine,.
preeminent
None by his power or by his goodness hath attained
We seeking glory, have invoked this Master of all power and'
might.
Who must be glorified by constant sacrifice.