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1. Tossing about, the active ones came nigh to Indra at his
birth,
Winning themselves heroic might.
2. Never, O Gods, do we offend, nor are we ever obstinate
We walk as holy texts command.
3. Evening is come: sing loudly thou Atharvan's nobly
singing son:
Give praise to Savitar the God!
4. Now Morning with her earliest light shines forth, dear
daughter of the Sky:
High, Asvins, I extol your praise.
5. Armed with the bones of dead Dadhyach, Indra, with
unresisted might
The nine-and-ninety Vritras slew.
6. Come, Indra, and delight thee with the juice at all our
Soma feasts,
Protector, mighty in thy strength
7. O thou who slayest Vritras, come, O Indra, hither to our
side,
Mighty one, with thy mighty aids!
8. That might of his shone brightly forth when Indra
brought together, like
A skin, the worlds of heaven and earth,
9. This is thine own Thou drawest near, as turns a pigeon
to his mate:
Thou carest, too, for this our prayer.
10. May Vata breathe his balm on us, healthful, delightful
to our heart:
May he prolong our days of life
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