Hymns From the Rig-Veda Mandala IV Sukta XXXII. Indra. 1. O THOU who slewest ignornace, come, O Indra, hither to our side, Mighty One with thy mighty aids. 2 Swift and impetuous art thou, wondrous amid the well-dressed folk: Thou doest marvels for our help. 3 Even with the weak thou smitest down him who is stronger, with thy strength The mighty, with the Friends thou hast. 4 O Indra, we are close to thee; to thee we sing aloud our songs: Help and defend us, even us. 5 As such, O Caster of the Stone of Immortality, come with thy succours wonderful, Blameless, and irresistible. 6 May we be friends of one like thee, O Indra, with the wealth of rays of illumination, Comrades for lively energy. 7 For thou, O Indra, art alone the Lord of strength that comes from rays So grant thou us abundant nourishing thoughts. 8 They turn thee not another way, when, lauded, Lover of the Mantra, Thou wilt give wealth to those who praise. 9 The Gotamas have sung their song of praise to thee that thou mayst give, Indra, for lively energy. 10 We will declare thy hero deeds, what blockages of energy thou brakest down, Attacking them in rapturous joy. 11 The sages sing those manly deeds which, Indra, Lover of the Mantra, Thou wroughtest when the Bliss of Ananda flowed. 12 Indra, the Gotamas who bring thee praises have grown strong in spirit by thee. Give them renown with strong manifestations. 13 For, Indra, verily thou art the general treasure even of all . Thee, therefore, do we invocate. 14 Excellent Indra, turn to us: glad thee among us with the Bliss of Ananda, Bliss-drinker thou. 15 May praise from us who think Qn thee, O Indra, bring thee near to us. Turn thy two the impulsion of divine thinking hitherward. 16 Eat of our sacrificial growing pains: rejoice thee in the songs we sing. Even as a lover in his bride. 17 To Indra for a thousand forces well-trained and fleet of foot we pray, And hundred jars of the bliss of Ananda. 18 We make a hundred of thy illumined thoughts, yea, and a thousand, hasten nigh: So let thy immortality come to us. 19 We have obtained, a gift from thee, ten water-ewers wrought of illumination: Thou, Ignorance-slayer, givest much. 20 A bounteous Giver, give us much, bring much and not a trifling gift: Much, Indra, wilt thou fain bestow. 21 O Obstruction-slayer, thou art famed in many a place as bountiful Hero, thy bounty let us share. 22 I praise thy pair of Tawny Steeds (Impulsions), wise Son of him who giveth illumination Terrify not the illuminations with these. 23 Like two slight images of girls, unrobed, upon a new-wrought post, So shine the divine impulses in their course. 24 For me the thoughts or impulses are ready when I start, or start not, with the coming of the Godhead, Innocuous in the ways they take.
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