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1. WHAT friend of man, God-loving, hath
delighted, yearning therefor, this day in Indra's friendship?
Who with enkindled flame and flowing Soma laudeth him for
his great protecting favour?
2 Who hath with prayer bowed to the
Soma-lover? What pious man endues the beams of morning?
Who seeks bond, fritridship, brotherhood with Indra? Who
hath recourse unto the Sage for succour?
3 Who claims to-day the Deities'
protection, asks Aditi for light, or the Adityas?
Of whose pressed stalk of Soma drink the Asvins, Indra, and
Agni, well-inclined in spirit?
4 To him shall Agni Bharata give shelter:
long shall he look upon the Sun up-rising,
Who sayeth, Let us press the juice for Indra, man's Friend,
the Hero manliest of heroes.
5 Him neither few men overcome, nor many to
him shall Aditi give spacious shelter.
Dear is the pious, the devout, to Indra dear is the zealous,
dear the Soma-bringer.
6 This Hero curbs the mighty for the
zealous: the presser's brew Indra possesses solely:
No brother, kin, or friend to him who pours not, destroyer
of the dumb who would resist him.
7 Not with the wealthy churl who pours no
Soma doth Indra, Soma-drinker, bind alliance.
He draws away his wealth and slays him naked, own Friend to
him who offers, for oblation.
8 Highest and lowest, men who stand between
diem, going, returning, dwelling in contentment,
Those who show forth their strength when urged to
battle-these are the men who call for aid on Indra.
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