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1. THE men have lifted Indra up, the Vrtra
slayer, to joy and strength:
Him, verily, we invocate in battles whether great or small:
be he our aid in deeds of might.
2 Thou, Hero, art a warrior, thou art giver
of abundant spoil.
Strengthening e'en the feeble, thou aidest the sacrificer, thou
givest the offerer ample wealth.
3 When war and battles are on foot, booty
is laid before the bold.
Yoke thou thy wildly-rushing Bays. Whom wilt thou slay and
whom enrich? Do thou, O Indra, make us rich.
4 Mighty through wisdom, as he lists,
terrible, he hath waxed in strength.
Lord of Bay Steeds, strong-jawed, sublime, he in joined
hands for glory's sake hath grasped his iron thunderbolt.
5 He filled the earthly atmosphere and
pressed against the lights in heaven.
None like thee ever hath been born, none, Indra, will be
born like thee. Thou hast waxed mighty over all.
6 May he who to the offerer gives the
foeman's man-sustaining food,
May Indra lend his aid to us. Deal forth -abundant is thy
wealth-that in thy bounty 1 may share.
7 He, righteous-hearted, at each time of
rapture gives us herds of kine.
Gather in both thy hands for us treasures of many hundred
sorts. Sharpen thou us, and bring us wealth.
8 Refresh thee, Hero, with the juice
outpoured for bounty and for strength.
We know thee Lord of ample store, to thee have sent our
hearts' desires: be therefore our Protector thou.
9 These people, Indra, keep for thee all
that is worthy of thy choice.
Discover thou, as Lord, the wealth of men who offer up no
gifts: bring thou to us this wealth of theirs.
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