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THOUGH e'en this heaven's wide space and earth have spread them out, nor heaven
nor earth may be in greatness Indra's match.
Awful and
very mighty, causing woe to men, he whets his thunderbolt for sharpness, as a
bull.
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Like as the watery ocean, so doth he receive the rivers spread on all sides in
their ample width.
He bears
him like a bull to drink of Soma juice, and will, as Warrior from of old, be
praised for might.
3
Thou swayest, Indra, all kinds of great manly power, so as to bend, as't were,
even that famed mountain down.
Foremost
among the Gods is he through hero might, set in the van, the Strong One, for
each arduous deed.
4
He only in the wood is praised by worshippers, when he shows forth to men his
own fair Indra-power.
A friendly
Bull is he, a Bull to be desired when Maghavan auspiciously sends forth his
voice.
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Yet verily the Warrior in his vigorous strength stirreth up with his might
great battles for mankind;
And men
have faith in Indra, the respIendent One, what time he hurleth down his bolt,
his dart of death.
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Though, fain for glory, and with strength increased on earth, he with great
might destroys the dwellings made with art,
He makes
the lights of heaven shine forth secure, he bids, exceeding wise, the floods
flow for his worshipper.
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Drinker of Soma, let thy heart incline to give; bring thy Bays hitherward, O
thou who hearest praise.
Those
charioteers of' thine, best skilled to draw the rein, the rapid sunbeams,
Indra, lead thee not astray.
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Thou bearest in both hands treasure that never fails; the famed One in his body
holds unvanquished might.
O Indra, in
thy members many powers abide, like wells surrounded by the ministering
priests.
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