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1. O INDRA,
hear us. Raining down the Soma, we call on thee to win us mighty valour.
Give us strong succour on the
day of trial, when the tribes gather on the field of battle.
2 The warrior,
son of warrior sire, invokes thee, to gain great strength that may be won as
booty:
To thee, the brave man's Lord,
the fiends' subduer, he looks when fighting hand to hand for cattle.
3 Thou didst
impel the sage to win the daylight, didst ruin Susna for the pious Kutsa.
The invulnerable demon's head
thou clavest when thou wouldst win the praise of Atithigva.
4 The lofty battle-car
thou broughtest forward; thou holpest Dasadyu the strong when fighting.
Along with Vetasu thou slewest
Tugra, and madest Tuji strong, who praised thee, Indra.
5 Thou madest
good the laud, what time thou rentest a hundred thousand fighting foes, O Hero,
Slewest the Dasa Sambara of the
mountain, and with strange aids didst succour Divodasa.
6 Made glad
with Soma-draughts and faith, thou sentest Cumuri to his sleep, to please
Dabhiti.
Thou, kindly giving Raji to Pithinas,
slewest with might, at once, the sixty thousand.
7 May I too,
with the liberal chiefs, O Indra, acquire thy blin supreme and domination,
When, Mightiest! Hero-girt!
Nahusa heroes boast them in thee, the triply-strong Defender.
8 So may we he
thy friends, thy best beloved, O Indra, at this holy invocation.
Best be Pratardani, illustrious
ruler, in slaying foemen and in gaining riches.
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