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1. Bring
forth oblations to the God who knoweth all who fain would drink,
The wanderer, lagging not
behind the hero, coming nigh with speed!
2. To us
the mighty, lying in all vital power, who resteth in the deep, who standeth in
the east.
Drive thou the awful word
away.
3. Even as
a car to give us aid, we draw thee nigh to favour us,
Strong in thy deeds,
quelling attack, Indra, Lord, mightiest! of the brave.
4. With
powers of mighty ones hath he, the friend, the ancient, been equipped,
Through whom our father
Manu made prayers efficacious with the Gods.
5. What
time the swift and shining steeds, yoked to the chariots, draw them on,
Drinking the sweet
delightful juice, there men perform their glorious acts.
6. Him for
your sake I glorify as Lord of Strength who wrongeth none,
Indra the hero, mightiest,
all-conquering and omniscient.
7. I with
my praise have glorified strong Dadhikravan, conquering steed
Sweet may he make our
mouths: may he prolong the days we have to live!
8. Render
of forts, the young, the wise, of strength unmeasured, was he born,
Sustainer of each sacred
rite, Indra, the Thunderer, much-extolled.
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