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O BRAMANASPATI, stand up: God-serving men we pray to thee.
May they
who give good gifts, the Maruts, come to us. Indra, most swift, be thou with
them.
2
O Son of Strength, each mortal calls to thee for aid when spoil of battle waits
for him.
O Maruts,
may this man who loves you well obtain wealth of good steeds and hero might.
3
May Brahmanaspati draw nigh, may Sunrta the Goddess come,
And Gods
bring to this rite which gives the five-fold gift the Hero, lover of mankind.
4
He who bestows a noble guerdon on the priest wins fame that never shall decay.
For him we
offer sacred hero-giving food, peerless and conquering easily.
5
Now Brahmanaspati speaks forth aloud the solemn hymn of praise,
Wherein
Indra and Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman, the Gods, have made their dwelling place.
6
May we in holy synods, Gods! recite that hymn, peerless, that brings felicity.
If you, O
Heroes, graciously accept this word, may it obtain all bliss from you.
7
Who shall approach the pious? who the man whose sacred grass is trimmed?
The offerer
with his folk advances more and more: he fills his house with precious things.
8
He amplifies his lordly might, with kings he slays: e'en mid alarms he dwells secure
In great or
lesser fight none checks him, none subdues,-the wielder of the thunderbolt.
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