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1.
LIKE Angiras a gladdening laud we ponder to him who loveth song, exceeding
mighty.
Let us sing
glory to the far-famed Hero who must be praised with fair hymns by the singer.
2
Unto the great bring ye great adoration, a chant with praise to him exceeding
mighty,
Through whom
our sires, Angirases, singing praises and knowing well the places, found the
cattle.
3
When Indra and the Angirases desired it, Sarama found provision for her
offipring.
Brhaspati
cleft the mountain, found the cattle: the heroes shouted with the kine in
triumph.
4
Mid shout, loud shout, and roar, with the Navagvas, seven singers, hast thou,
heavenly, rent the mountain;
Thou hast,
with speeders, with Dasagvas, Indra, Sakra, with thunder rent obstructive Vala.
5
Praised by Angirases, thou, foe-destroyer, hast, with the Dawn, Sun, rays,
dispellcd the darkness.
Thou Indra,
hast spread out the earths high ridges, and firmly fixed the region under
heaven.
6
This is the deed most worthy of all honour, the fairest marvel of the
Wonder-Worker,
That, nigh
where heaven bends down, he made four rivers flow full with waves that carry
down sweet water.
7
Unwearied, won with lauding hymns, he parted of old the ancient Pair, united
ever.
In highest
sky like Bhaga, he the doer of marvels set both Dames and earth and heaven.
8
Still born afresh, young Dames, each in her manner, unlike in hue, the Pair in
alternation
Round
heaven and earth from ancient time have travelled, Night with her dark limbs,
Dawn with limbs of splendour.
9
Rich in good actions, skilled in operation, the Son with might maintains his
perfect friendship.
Thou in the
raw cows, black of hue or ruddy, storest the ripe milk glossy white in colour.
10
Their paths, of old connected, rest uninjured; they with great might preserve
the immortal statutes.
For many
thousand holy works the Sisters wait on the haughty Lord like wives and
matrons.
11
Thoughts ancient, seeking wealth, with adoration, with newest lauds have sped
to thee, O Mighty.
As yearning
wives cleave to their yearning husband, so cleave our hymns to thee, O Lord
most potent.
12
Strong God, the riches which thy hands have holden from days of old have
perished not nor wasted.
Splendid
art thou, O Indra, wise, unbending:strengthen us with might, O Lord of Power.
13
O mighty Indra, Gotama's son Nodhas hath fashioned this new prayer to thee
Eternal,
Sure
leader, yoker of the Tawny Coursers. May he, enriched with prayer, come soon
and early.
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