HYMN LXXXIV. Manyu.

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.