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1. To Indra sing the lofty hymn, Maruts
that slays the Vrtras best.
Whereby the Holy Ones created for the God the light divine
that ever wakes.
2 Indra who quells the curse blew curses
far away, and then in splendour came to us.
Indra, refulgent with thy Marut host! the Gods strove
eagerly to win thy love.
3 Sing to your lofty Indra, sing, Maruts, a
holy hymn of praise.
Let Satakratu, Vrtra-slayer, kill the foe with
hundred-knotted thunderbolt.
4 Aim and fetch boldly forth, O thou whose
heart is bold: great glory will be thine thereby.
In rapid torrent let the mother waters spread. Slay Vrtra,
win the light of heaven.
5 When thou, unequalled Maghavan, wast born
to smite the Vrtras dead,
Thou spreadest out the spacious earth and didst support and
prop the heavens.
6 Theri was the sacrifice produced for
thee, the laud, and song of joy,
Thou in thy might surpassest all, all that now is and yet
shall be.
7 Raw kine thou filledst with ripe milk.
Thou madest Surya rise to heaven.,
Heat him as milk is heated with pure Sama hymns, great joy
to him who loves the song.
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