The Rig Veda/Mandala 3/Hymn 49

1. GREAT Indra will I laud, in whom all people who drink the Soma have attained their longing; Whom, passing wise, Gods, Heaven and Earth, engendered, formed by a Master's hand, to crush the Vrtras. 2. Whom, most heroic, borne by Tawny Coursers, verily none subdueth in the battle; Who, reaching far, most vigorous, hath shortened the Dasyu's life with Warriors bold of spirit. 3. Victor in fight, swift mover like a warhorse, pervading both worlds, rainer down of blessings, To be invoked in war like Bhaga, Father, as 'twere, of hymns, fair, prompt to hear, strength-giver. 4. Supporting heaven, the high back of the region, his car is Vayu with his team of Vasus. Illumining the nights, the Sun's creator, like Dhisana he deals forth strength and riches. 5. Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered; The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vrtras, wins and gathers treasure.