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1. Heroes
of one accord brought forth and formed for kingship Indra who wins the victory
in all encounters,
For power, in firmness, in
the field, the great destroyer, fierce and exceeding strong,rstalwart and full
of vigour.
2. I trust
in thy first wrathful deed, O Indra, when thou slewest Vritra and didst work to
profit man;
When the two world-halves
fled for refuge unto thee, and earth even trembled at thy strength, O
Thunder-armed!
3. Come
all with might together to the Lord of heaven, the only one who is indeed the
guestof men.
He is the first: to him who
fain would come to us all pathways turn; he is in truth the only one.
4. Thine,
Indra, praised of many, excellently rich, are we who trusting in thy help draw
near to thee.
For none but thou,
song-lover, shall receive our lauds: as Earth loves all her creatures, welcome
this our hymn!
5. High
hymns have sounded forth the praise of Maghavan, supporter of mankind, of Indra
meet for lauds;
Him who hath waxen mighty,
much-invoked with prayers, immortal one whose praise each day is sung aloud.
6. In
perfect unison have all your longing hymns that find the light of heaven
sounded forth Indra's praise.
As wives embrace their
lord, the comely bridegroom, so they compass Maghavan about that he may help.
7. Make
glad with songs that Ram whom many men invoke, worthy hymns of praise, Indra
the sea of wealth;
Whose boons spread like the
heavens, the - lover of mankind: sing praise to him the Sage, most liberal for
our good!
8. I
glorify that Ram who finds the light of heaven, whose hundred strong and mighty
ones go forth with him.
With prayers may I turn
hither Indra to mine aid;-the car which like a swift steed hasteth to the call!
9. Filled
full of fatness, compassing all things that be, wide, spacious, dropping meath,
beautiful in their form,
The heaven and the earth by
Varuna's decree, unwasting, rich in germs, stand parted each from each.
10. As
like the Morning, thou hast filled, O Indra, both the earth. and heaven,
So as the mighty one, great
King of all the mighty race of men, the Goddess mother brought thee forth, the
blessed mother gave thee life.
11. Sing,
with oblation, praise to him who maketh glad, who with. Rijisvan drove the
dusky brood away!
Let us, desiring help, call
him for friendship, him the strong, the Marut-girt, whose right hand wields the
bolt!
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