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ALL sacred songs have magnified Indra expansive as the sea,
The best of
warriors borne on cars, the Lord, the very Lord of strength.
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Strong in thy friendship, Indra, Lord of power and might, we have no fear.
We glorify
with praises thee, the never-conquered conqueror.
3
The gifts of Indra from of' old, his saving succours, never fail,
When to the
praise-singers he gives the boon of substance rich in kine.
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Crusher of forts, the young, the wise, of strength unmeasured, was he born
Sustainer
of each sacred rite, Indra, the Thunderer, much-extolled.
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Lord of the thunder, thou didst burst the cave of Vala rich in cows.
The Gods
came pressing to thy side, and free from terror aided thee,
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I, Hero, through thy bounties am come to the flood addressing thee.
Song-lover,
here the singers stand and testify to thee thereof.
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The wily Susna, Indra! thou o'er-threwest with thy wondrous powers.
The wise
beheld this deed of thine: now go beyond their eulogies.
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Our songs of praise have glorified Indra who ruleth by his might,
Whose
precious gifts in thousands come, yea, even more abundantly.
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