RV 80

2 The mighty flowing Soma−draught, brought by the Hawk, hath gladdened thee, 3 Go forward, meet the foe, be bold; thy bolt of thunder is not checked. 4 Thou smotest Vrtra from the earth, smotest him, Indra, from the sky. 5 The wrathful Indra with his bolt of thunder rushing on the foe, 6 With hundred−jointed thunderbolt Indra hath struck him on the back, 7 Indra, unconquered might is thine, Thunderer, Caster of the Stone; 8 Far over ninety spacious floods thy thunderbolts were cast abroad: 9 Laud him a thousand all at once, shout twenty forth the hymn of praise. 10 Indra hath smitten down the power of Vrtra,−might with stronger might. 11 Yea, even this great Pair of Worlds trembled in terror at thy wrath, 12 But Vrtra scared not Indra with his shaking or his thunder roar. 13 Whenwith the thunder thou didst make thy dart and Vrtra meet in war, 14 When at thy shout, O Thunder−armed, each thing both fixed and moving shook, 15 There is not, in our knowledge, one who passeth Indra in his strength: 16 Still as of old, whatever rite Atharvan, Manus sire of all,