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1. At the
Trikadrukas the great and strong enjoyed the barley-brew. With Vishnu did he
drink the pressed-out Soma juice, even as he would.
That hath so heightened him
the great, the wide to do his mighty work. So did the God attend the God, true
Indu Indra who is true.
2. This
God who sees for thousands of mankind, the light, the thought of poets, and the
Law,
The brilliant one, hath
sent forth hither all the Dawns: spotless, one-minded, zealous in their home
they dwell, with thought upon the Steer.
3. Come to
us, Indra, from afar, conducting us, as, to the gatherings, a Lord of heroes,
as an archer King, the heroes' Lord!
We come with gifts of
pleasant food, with flowing juice, invoking thee, as sons invite a sire, that
we may win the spoil, thee, bounteousest, for gain of spoil.
4. Loudly
I call that Indra Maghavan, the mighty, resistless, evermore possessing many
glories.
Holy, most liberal, may he
lead us on to riches, through songs, and, thunder-armed make all our pathways
pleasant!
5. Heard
be our prayer! In thought I honour Agni first: now straightway we elect this
heavenly company, Indra and Vayu we elect.
For when our latest thought
is raised and on Vivasvan centred well, then do our holy songs go forward on
their way, our songs as 'twere unto the Gods.
6. To
Vishnu, to the mighty whom the Maruts follow, let your hymns born in song go
forth, Evayamarut!
To the strong, very holy
band adorned with bracelets, that rushes on in joy and ever roars for vigour!
7. With
this his golden splendour purifying him, be with his own allies subdues all
enemies, as Sura with his own allies.
Cleansing himself with
stream of juice he shines forth yellow-hued and red, when with the praisers he
encompasses all, forms, with praisers having seven mouths.
8. I
praise this God, parent of heaven and earth, exceeding wise, possessed of real
energy, giver of treasure, thinker dear to all,
Whose splendour is sublime, whose light shone brilliant in, creation, who,
wise and golden-handed, in his beauty mader the sky.
9. Agni I deem our Hotar-priest, munificent wealth-giver,
Son of Strength, who, knoweth all that is, even as the Sage who, knoweth all.
Lord of fair rites, a God with form erected turning to the Gods, he, when
the flame hath sprung forth from the holy oil, the offered fatness, longs for
it as it glows bright.
10. This, Indra! dancer! was thy hero deed, thy first and
ancient work, worthy to be told forth in heaven,
Even thine who furtheredst life with a God's own power, freeing the floods.
All that is godless may he conquer with his might, and, Lord of Hundred Powers,
find for us strength and food!
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