Page 8 - GALIET LOVE, FATE AND REMORSE: Sakuntala IV

Indra1 the singers, Indra the reciters, Indra the choirs Have glorified!
Indra the golden,
Armed with thunder,
With his two bay steeds And the Word as his chariot!
The Sun is his eye, Raised on high.
Cloud masses he bursts To release rain.
Indra
By your dread power, Indra, most fearsome, Help us in battle
To win Ample spoils
Indra, we invoke
In all kinds of contests, Our Friend who hurls
At powers of evil his bolts.
Burst open for us Yonder cloud in the sky, Ever bounteous Indra, Irresistible hero!
Higher, yet higher, I raise his praises! I find no words Worthy of him!
He drives on is peoples With strength irresistible, Even as the bull
Drives onward the herds.
Sole sovereign is Indra Of men and of Gods And of the fivefold race Of dwellers on earth.
Indra, we invoke From all people. May Indra be for us And nobody else.
1 Panikkar, Raimundo. The Vedic Experience. Delhi, Motilal Banarsidass Publishers, 1977.
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