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1. GLORIFY him
whose might is all-surpassing, Indra the much-invoked who fights uninjured.
Magnify with these songs the
never-vanquished, the Strong, the Bull of men, the Mighty Victor.
2 He,
Champion, Hero, Warrior, Lord of battles, impetuous, loudly roaring, great
destroyer,
Who whirls the dust on high,
alone, oerthrower, hath made all races of mankind his subjects.
3 Thou, thou
alone, hast tamed the Dasyus; singly thou hast subdued the people for the Arya.
In this, or is it not, thine
hero exploit, Indra? Declare it at the proper season.
4 For true, I
deem, thy strength is, thine the Mighty, thine, O Most Potent, thine the
Conquering Victor;
Strong, of the strong, Most
Mighty, of the mighty, thine, driver of the churl to acts of bounty.
5 Be this our
ancient bond of friendship with you and with Angirases here who speak of Vala.
Thou, Wondrous, Shaker of
things firm, didst smite him in his fresh strength, and force his doors and
castles.
6 With holy
thoughts must he be called, the Mighty, showing his power in the great fight
with Vrtra.
He must be called to give us
seed and offspring, the Thunderer must he moved and sped to battle.
7 He in his
might, with name that lives for ever, hath far surpassed all human generations.
He, most heroic, hath his home
with splendour, with glory and with riches and with valour.
8 Stranger to
guile, who ne'er was false or faithless, bearing a name that may be well
remembered,
Indra crushed Cumuri, Dhuni,
Sambara, Pipru, and Susna, that their castles fell in ruin.
9 With saving
might that must be praised and lauded, Indra, ascend thy car to smite down
Vrtra.
In thy right hand hold fast thy
bolt of thunder, and weaken, Bounteous Lord, his art and magic.
10 As Agni, as
the dart burns the dry forest, like the dread shaft burn down the fiends, O
Indra;
Thou who with high
deep-reaching spear hast broken, hast covered over mischief and destroyed it.
11 With
wealth, by thousand paths come hither, Agni, paths that bring ample strength, O
thou Most Splendid.
Come, Son of Strength, o'er
whom, Invoked of many! the godless hath no power to keep thee distant.
12 From
heaven, from earth is bruited forth the greatness of him the firm, the fiery,
the resplendent.
No foe hath he, no counterpart,
no refuge is there from him the Conqueror full of wisdom
13 This day
the deed that thou hast done is famous, when thou, for him, with many thousand
others
Laidest low Kutsa, Ayu,
Atithigva, and boldly didst deliver Turvayana.
14 In thee, O
God, the wisest of the Sages, all Gods were joyful when thou slewest Ahi.
When lauded for thyself, thou
gavest freedom to sore-afflicted Heaven and to the people.
15 This power
of thine both heaven and earth acknowledge, the deathless Gods acknowledge it,
O Indra.
Do what thou ne'er hast done, O
Mighty Worker: beget a new hymn at thy sacrifices.
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