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1. The black drop sank in Ansumati's bosom, advancing with
ten thousand round about it.
Indra with might longed for it as it panted: the hero-hearted King laid down
his weapons.
2. Flying in terror from the snort of Vritra all deities
who were thy friends forsook thee.
So, Indra, with the Maruts be thy friendship: in all these battles thou
shalt be the victor.
3. The old hath waked the young Moon from his slumber who
runs his circling course with many round him.
Behold the God's high wisdom in its greatness: he who died yesterday to-day
is living.
4. Then, at thy birth, thou wast the foeman, Indra, of
those the seven who ne'er had met a rival.
The hidden pair, heaven and the earth, thou foundest, and to the mighty
worlds thou gavest pleasure.
5. A friend we count thee, sharp-edged, thunder-wielder,
Steer strong of body, overthrowing many.
Thou, helping, causest pious tribes to conquer: Indra, I laud the, heavenly
Vritra-slayer.
6. Bring to the wise, the great, who waxeth mighty your
offerings,. and make ready your devotion!
Go forth to many tribes as man's controller!
7. Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best hero in this
fight where spoil is gathered,
Strong, listening to give us aid in battles, who slays the Vritras, wins and
gathers riches!
8. Prayers have been offered up-through love of glory:
Vasishtha, honour Indra in the battle!
He who with fame extends through all existence hears words which I, his
faithful servant, utter.
9. May the sweet Soma juices make him happy to cast his
quoit that lies in depth of waters!
Thou from the udder which o'er earth is fastened hast poured the milk into
the kine and herbage.
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