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1. PRAISE Indra whom our songs must laud, sole
Sovran of mankind, the Chief
Most liberal who controlleth men.
2 In whom the hymns of praise delight, and
all the glory-giving songs.
Like the floods' longing for the sea.
3 Him I invite with eulogy, best King,
effective in the fight,
Strong for the gain of mighty spoil.
4 Whose perfect ecstasies are wide,
profound, victorious, and give
joy in the field where heroes win.
5 Him, when the spoils of war are staked,
men call to be their advocate:
They who have Indra win the day.
6 Men honour him with stirring songs and
magnify with solemn rites:
Indra is he who giveth case.
7 1ndra is priest and Rsi, he is much
invoked by many men,
And mighty by his mighty powers.
8 Meet to be lauded and invoked, true Hero
with his deeds of might,
Victorious even when alone.
9 The men, the people magnify that Indra
with their Slina. songs,
With hymns and sacred eulogies
10 Him who advances them to wealth, sends
light to lead them in the war,
And quells their foemen in the fray.
11 May he, the saviour much-invoked, may
Indra bear us in a ship
Safely beyond all enemies.
12 As such, O Indra, honour us with gifts
of booty, further us,
And lead us to felicity.
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