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1. Still,
Indra, from all ancient time rivalless ever and companionless art thou:
Thou seekest friendship but
in war.
2. Him who
of old hath broucht to us this and that blessing, him I magnify for you,
Even Indra, O my friends,
for help.
3. Fail
not when marching onward: come hither, like-spirited, stay not far away
Ye who can tame even what
is firm!
4. Come
hither to the dropping juice, O Lord of cornland. Lord of horses, Lord of kine:
Drink thou the Soma, Soma's
Lord!
5. Hero,
may we, with thee for friend, withstand the man who pants against us in his
wrath,
In fight with people rich
in kine!
6. Yea,
kin by common ancestry, the Maruts, even the oxen, close united friends!
Are licking one another's
back.
7. O
Indra, bring great strength to us, bring valour, Satakratu, thou most active,
bring
A hero conquering in war!
8. So,
Indra, friend of song, do we draw nigh to thee with longing; we have streamed
to thee
Coming like floods that
follow floods
9. Sitting
like birds beside thy meath, mingled with milk, which gladdeneth and exalteth
thee,
Indra, to thee we sing
aloud.
10. We
call on thee, O matchless one! We, seeking help, possessing nothing firm
ourselves,
Call on thee, wondrous,
Thunder-armed.
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