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1. Yea, verily thou art a Bull, our guardian, rushing like
a bull:
Thou, mighty one, art celebrated as a Bull, famed as a Bull both near and
far.
2. Whether, O Sakra, thou be far, or, Vritra-slayer, near
at hand,
Thence by heaven-reaching songs he who bath pressed the juice invites thee
with thy long-maned steeds.
3. In the wild raptures of the juice sing to your hero with
high laud, to him the wise,
To Indra glorious in his name, the mighty one, even as the hymn alloweth it!
4. O Indra, give us for our weal a triple refuge, triply strong!
Bestow a dwelling-place on our rich lords and me, and keep thy dart afar
from these!
5. Turning, as 'twere, to meet the Sun enjoy from Indra all
good things!
When he who will be born is born with power we look to treasures as our heritage.
6. The godless mortal gaineth not this food, O thou whose
life is long!
But one who yokes the bright-hued horses, Etasas; then Indra yokes his tawny
steeds.
7. Draw near unto our Indra who must be invoked in every
fight!
Come, thou most mighty Vritra-slayer, meet for praise, come to, libations
and to hymns!
8. Thine, Indra, is the lowest wealth, thou cherishest the
midmost wealth,
Thou ever rulest all the highest: in the fray for cattle none resisteth
thee.
9. Where art thou? Whither art thou gone? For many a place
attracts thy mind.
Haste, warrior, fort-destroyer, Lord of battle's din! haste, holy songs have
sounded forth!
10. Here, verily, yesterday we let the thunder-wielder
drink his fill.
Bring him the juice poured forth in sacrifice to-day. Now range you by the
glorious one!
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