Rig Veda HYMN VI Indra
1 They who stand round him as he moves harness the bright, the ruddy Steed The lights are shining in the sky.
2 On both sides to the car they yoke the two bay coursers dear to him, Bold, tawny, bearers of the Chief.
3 Thou, making light where no light was, and form, O men: where form was not, Wast born together with the Dawns.
4 Thereafter they, as is their wont, threw off the state of' babes unborn, Assuming sacrificial names.
5 Thou, Indra, with the Tempest-Gods, the breakers down of what is firm ' Foundest the kine even in the cave.
6 Worshipping even as they list, singers laud him who findeth wealth, The far-renowned, the mighty One.
7 Mayest thou verily be seen coming by fearless Indra's side: Both joyous, equal in your sheen.
8 With Indra's well beloved hosts, the blameless, hastening to heaven, The sacrificer cries aloud.
9 Come from this place, O Wanderer, or downward from the light of heaven:Our songs of praise all yearn for this.
10 Indra we seek to give us help, from here, from heaven above the earth, Or from the spacious firmament.