“ And all acknowledge, when she comes in glory, the manifold and goodly works of Indra. 14. A mighty splendour rests upon her bosom: bearing ripe milk the Cow, unripe, advances. All sweetness is collected in the Heifer, sweetness which Indra made for our enjoyment. 15. Barring the way they come. Be firm, O Indra; aid friends to sacrifice and him who singeth. These must be slain by thee, malignant mortals, armed with ill arts, our quiver bearing foemen. 16. A cry is beard from enemies most near us: against them send thy fiercest-flaming weapon. ”

“ They bear unmoved the cursing of the people, for all our wisdom comes from thee, O Indra. 2. Not far for thee are mid-air's loftiest regions: start hither, Lord of Bays, with thy Bay Horses. Made for the Firm and Strong are these libations. The pressing-stones are set and fire is kindled. 3. Fair cheeks hath Indra, Maghavan, the Victor, Lord of a great host, Stormer, strong in action. What once thou didst in might when mortals vexed thee,-where now, O Bull, are those thy hero exploits? 4. For, overthrowing what hath ne'er been shaken, thou goest forth alone destroying Vrtras. ”