Rig Veda, tr. by Ralph T.H. Griffith,  1 ALL sacred songs have magnified Indra expansive as the sea, The best of warriors borne on cars, the Lord, the very Lord of strength. 2 Strong in thy friendship, Indra, Lord of power and might, we have no fear. We glorify with praises thee, the never-conquered conqueror. 3 The gifts of Indra from of old, his saving succours, never fail, When to the praise-singers he gives the boon of substance rich in kine. 4 Crusher of forts, the young, the wise, of strength unmeasured, was he born Sustainer of each sacred rite, Indra, the Thunderer, much-extolled. 5 Lord of the thunder, thou didst burst the cave of Vala rich in cows. The Gods came pressing to thy side, and free from terror aided thee, 6 I, Hero, through thy bounties am come to the flood addressing thee. Song-lover, here the singers stand and testify to thee thereof. 7 The wily Śuṣṇa, Indra! thou o’erthrewest with thy wondrous powers. The wise beheld this deed of thine: now go beyond their eulogies. 8 Our songs of praise have glorified Indra who ruleth by his might, Whose precious gifts in thousands come, yea, even more abundantly.