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1. SING ye a
song, to make him glad, to Indra, Lord of Tawny Steeds,
The Soma-drinker, O my friends.
2 To him the
Bounteous say the laud, and let us glorify, as men May do, the Giver of true
gifts.
3 O Indra,
Lord of boundless might, for us thou winnest strength and kine,
Thou winnest gold for us, Good
Lord.
4 Faithful to
thee we loudly sing, heroic Indra, songs to thee: Mark, O Good Lord, this act
of ours.
5 Give us not
up to man's reproach, to foeman's hateful calumny: In thee alone is all my
strength.
6 Thou art
mine ample coat of mail, my Champion, Vrtra-Slayer, thou:
With thee for Friend I brave
the foe.
7 Yea, great
art thou whose conquering might two independent Powers confess.
The Heaven, O India, and the
Earth.
8 So let the
voice surround thee, which attends the Maruts on their way,
Reaching thee with the rays of
light.
9 Let the
ascending drops attain to thee, the Wondrous God, in heaven:
Let all the folk bow down to
thee.
10 Bring to
the Wise, the Great, who waxeth mighty, your offerings, and make ready your
devotion;
To many clans he goeth, man's
controller.
11 For Indra,
the sublime, the far-pervading, have singers generated prayer and praises:
The sages never violate his
statutes.
12 The choirs
have stablished Indra King for ever, for victory, him whose anger is
resistless:
And, for the Bays' Lord,
strengthened those he loveth.
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