The Rig Veda/Mandala 1/Hymn 29

1. O SOMA DRINKER, ever true, utterly hopeless though we be,
     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
     In thousands, O most wealthy One.
2. O Lord of Strength, whose jaws are strong, great deeds are thine, the powerful:
     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
     In thousands, O most wealthy One.
3. Lull thou asleep, to wake no more, the pair who on each other look
     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
     In thousands, O most wealthy One.
4. Hero, let hostile spirits sleep, and every gentler genius wake:
     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
     In thousands, O most wealthy One.
5. Destroy this ass, O Indra, who in tones discordant brays to thee:
     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
     In thousands, O most wealthy One.
6. Far distant on the forest fall the tempest in a circling course!
     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
     In thousands, O most wealthy One.
7. Slay each reviler, and destroy him who in secret injures us:
     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine
     In thousands, O most wealthy One.