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1. BORNE on with thee, O Manyu
girt by Maruts, let our brave men, impetuous, bursting forward,
March on, like flames of fire in form,
exulting, with pointed arrows, sharpening their weapons.
2 Flashing like fire, be thou,
O conquering Manyu, invoked, O Victor, as our army's leader.
Slay thou our foes, distribute their
possessions: show forth thy vigour, scatter those who hate us.
3 O Manyu, overcome thou our
assailant on! breaking, slaying, crushing down the foemen.
They have not hindered thine impetuous vigour:
Mighty, Sole born! thou makest them thy subjects.
4 Alone or many thou art
worshipped, Manyu: sharpen the spirit of each clan for battle.
With thee to aid, O thou of perfect splendour,
we will uplift the glorious shout for conquest.
5 Unyielding bringing victory
like Indra, O Manyu, be thou here our Sovran Ruler.
To thy dear name, O Victor, we sing praises: we
know the spring from which thou art come hither.
6 Twin-born with power,
destructive bolt of thunder, the highest conquering might is thine, Subduer!
Be friendly to its in thy spirit, Manyu, O
Much-invoked, in shock of mighty battle.
7 For spoil let Varuna and
Manyu give us the wealth of both sides gathered and collected;
And let our enemies with stricken spirits,
o'erwhelmed with terror, slink away defeated.
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