V Agha

1. Bewildering the senses of our foemen, seize thou their bodies, and depart, O Agha!

Attack them, set their hearts on fare with sorrows; so let our foes abide in utter darkness!

2. Advance, O heroes, win the day, May Indra be your sure defence!

Mighty and awful be your arms, that none may wound or injure you!

3. Loosed from the bowstring fly away, thou arrows sharpened by

our prayer!

Go to the foemen, strike them home, and let not one be left alive!