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1
URGE us not, Maghavan, to this distressful fight, for none may comprehend the
limit of thy strength.
Thou with
fierce shout hast made the woods and rivers roar: did not men run in crowds
together in their fear?
2
Sing hymns of praise to Sakra, Lord of power and might; laud thou and magnify
Indra who hearcth thee,
Who with
his daring might, a Bull exceeding strong in strength, maketh him master of the
heaven and earth.
3
Sing forth to lofty Dyaus a strength-bestowing song, the Bold, whose resolute
mind hath independent sway.
High glory
hath the Asura, compact of strength, drawn on by two Bay Steeds: a Bull, a Car
is he.
4
The ridges of the lofty heaven thou madest shake; thou, daring, of thyself
smotest through Sambara,
When bold
with gladdening juice, thou warredst with thy bolt, sharp and twoedged, against
the banded sorcerers.
5
When with a roar that fills the woods, thou forcest down on wind's head the
stores which 8usga kept confined,
Who shall have
power to stay thee firm and eager-souled from doing still this day what thou of
old hast done?
6
Thou helpest Narya, Turvasa, and Yadu, and Vayya's son Turviti, Satakratu!
Thou
helpest horse and car in final battle thou breakest down the nine-and-ninety
castles.
7
A hero-lord is he, King of a mighty folk, who offers free oblations and
promotes the Law,
Who with a
bounteous guerdon welcomes hymns of praise: for him flows down the abundant
stream below the sky.
8
His power is matchless, matchless is his wisdom; chief, through their work, be
some who drink the Soma,
Those,
Indra, who increase the lordly power, the firm heroic strength of thee the
Giver.
9
Therefore for thee are these abundant beakers Indra's drink, stone-pressed
juices held in ladles.
Quaff them
and satisfy therewith thy longing; then fix thy mind upon bestowing treasure.
10
There darkness stood, the vault that stayed the waters' flow: in Vrtra's hollow
side the rain-cloud lay concealed.
But Indra
smote the rivers which the obstructer stayed, flood following after flood, down
steep declivitics.
11
So give us, Indra, bliss-increasing glory give us great sway and strength that
conquers people.
Preserve
our wealthy patrons, save our princes; vouchsafe us wealth and food with noble
offspring.
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