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INDRA, bring wealth that gives delight, the victor's ever-conquering wealth,
Most
excellent, to be our aid;
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By means of which we may repel our foes in battle hand to hand,
By thee
assisted with the car.
3
Aided by thee, the thunder-armed, Indra, may we lift up the bolt,
And conquer
all our foes in fight.
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With thee, O India, for ally with missile-darting heroes, may
We conquer
our embattled foes.
5
Mighty is Indra, yea supreme; greatness be his, the Thunderer:
Wide as the
heaven extends his power
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Which aideth those to win them sons, who come as heroes to the fight,
Or singers
loving holy thoughts.
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His belly, drinking deepest draughts of Soma, like an ocean swells,
Like wide
streams from the cope of heaven.
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So also is his excellence, great, vigorous, rich in cattle, like
A ripe
branch to the worshipper.
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For verily thy mighty powers, Indra, are saving helps at once
Unto a
worshipper like me.
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So are his lovely gifts; let lauds and praises be to Indra sung,
That he may
drink the Soma juice.
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