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1. MEN come
not nigh thy majesty who growest beyond all bound and measure with thy body.
Both thy two regions of the
earth, O Visnu, we know: thou God, knowest the highest also.
2 None who is
born or being born, God Visnu, hath reached the utmost limit of thy grandeur.
The vast high vault of heaven
hast thou supported, and fixed earth's eastern pinnacle securely.
3 Rich in
sweet food be ye, and rich in milch-kine, with fertile pastures, fain to do men
service.
Both these worlds, Visnu, hast
thou stayed asunder, and firmly fixed the earth with pegs around it.
4 Ye have made
spacious room for sacrificing by generating Surya, Dawn, and Agni.
O Heroes, ye have conquered in
your battles even the bull-jawed Dasa's wiles and magic.
5 Ye have
destroyed, thou, Indra, and thou Visnu, Sambara's nine-and-ninety fenced
castles.
Ye Twain smote down a hundred
times a thousand resistless heroes of the royal Varcin.
6 This is the
lofty hymn of praise, exalting the Lords of Mighty Stride, the strong and
lofty.
I laud you in the solemn
synods, Visnu: pour ye food on us in our camps, O Indra.
7 O Visnu,
unto thee my lips cry Vasat! Let this mine offering, Sipivista, please thee.
May these my songs of eulogy
exalt thee. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.
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