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1. As rain from out the cloud, for you,
Indra and Agni, from my soul
This noblest praise hath been produced.
2 Do ye, O Indra-Agni, hear
the singer's call: accept his songs.
Ye Rulers, grant his heart's desire.
3 Give us not up to poverty,
ye Heroes, Indra-Agni, nor
To slander and reproach of men.
4 To Indra and to Agni we
bring reverence, high and holy hymn,
And, craving help, softwords with prayer.
5 For all these holy singers
here implore these Twain to succour them,
And priests that they may win them strength.
6 Eager to laudyou, we with
songs invoke you, bearing sacred food,
Fain for success in sacrifice.
7 Indra and Agni, come to us
with favour, ye who conquer men:
Let not the wicked master us.
8 At no time let the injurious
blow of hostile mortal fall on us:
O Indra-Agni, shelter us.
9 Whatever wealth we crave of
you, in gold, in cattle, or in steeds,
That, Indra-Agni, let us gain;
10 When heroes prompt in
worship call Indra and Agni, Lords of steeds,
Beside the Soma juice effused.
11 Call hither with the song
and lauds those who best slay the foemen, those
Who take delight in hymns of praise.
12 Slay ye the wicked man
whose thought is evil of the demon kind.
Slay him who stays the waters, slay the Serpent
with your deadly dart.
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