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1. INDRA, whose right hand
wields the bolt, we worship, driver of Bay Steeds seeking sundered courses.
Shaking his beard with might he hath arisen,
casting his weapons forth and dealing bounties.
2 The treasure which his Bay
Steeds found at sacrifice,-this wealth made opulent Indra slayer of the foe.
Rbhu, Rbhuksan, Vaja-he is Lord of Might. The
Dasa's very name I utterly destroy.
3 When, with the Princes,
Maghavari, famed of old, comes nigh the thunderbolt of gold, and the
Controller's car
Which his two Tawny Coursers draw, then Indra
is the Sovran Lord of power whose glory spreads afar.
4 With him too is this rain of
his that comes like herds: Indra throws drops of moisture on his yellow beard.
When the sweet juice is shed he seeks the
pleasant place, and stirs the worshipper as wind disturbs the wood.
5 We laud and praise his
several deeds of valour who, fatherlike, with power hath made us stronger;
Who with his voice slew many thousand wicked
ones who spake in varied manners with contemptuous cries.
6 Indra, the Vimadas have
formed for thee a laud, copious, unparalleled, for thee Most Bountiful.
We know the good we gain from him the Mighty
One when we attract him as a herdsman calls the kine.
7 Ne'er may this bond of
friendship be dissevered, the Rsi Vimada's and thine, O Indra.
We know thou carest for us as a brother with
us, O God, be thine auspicious friendship.
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