The Hymns of the Rigveda/Book 8/Hymn 89

1. I MOVE before thee here present in person, and all the Deities follow behind me.
     When, Indra, thou securest me my portion, with me thou shalt perform heroic actions.
2. The food of meath in foremost place I give thee, thy Soma shall be pressed, thy share appointed.
     Thou on my right shalt be my friend and comrade: then shall we two smite dead full many a foeman.
3. Striving for strength bring forth a laud to Indra, a truthful hymn if he in truth existeth.
     One and another say, There is no Indra. Who hath beheld him? Whom then shall we honour?
4. Here am I, look upon me here, O singer. All that existeth 1 surpass in greatness.
     The Holy Law's commandments make me mighty. Rending with strength I rend the worlds asunder.
5. When the Law's lovers mounted and approached me as 1 sate lone upon the dear sky's summit.
     Then spake my spirit to the heart within me, My friends have cried unto me with their children.
6. All these thy deeds must be declared at Soma-feasts, wrought, Indra, Bounteous Lord, for him who sheds the juice,
     When thou didst open wealth heaped up by many, brought from far away to Sarablia, the Rsi's kin.
7. Now run ye forth your several ways: he is not here who kept you back.
     For hath not Indra sunk his bolt deep down in Vrtra's vital part?
8. On-rushing with the speed of thought within the iron fort he pressed:
     The Falcon went to heaven and brought the Soma to the Thunderer.
9. Deep in the ocean lies the bolt with waters compassed round about,
     And in continuous onward flow the floods their tribute bring to it.
10. When, uttering words which no one comprehended, Vak, Queen of Gods, the Gladdener, was seated,
     The heaven's four regions drew forth drink and vigour: now whither hath her noblest portion vanished?
11. The Deities generated Vak the Goddess, and animals of every figure speak her.
     May she, the Gladdener, yielding food and vigour, the Milch-cow Vak, approach us meetly lauded.
12. Step forth with wider stride, my comrade Visnu; make room, Dyaus, for the leaping of the lightning.
     Let us slay Vrtra, let us free the rivers let them flow loosed at the command of Indra.