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WHEN with thy mighty help, O
potent Indra, the armies rush together in their fury.
When from the strong man's arm
the lightning flieth, let not the mind go forth to side with others.
2 O Indra,
where the ground is hard to traverse, smite down our foes, the mortals who
assail us,
Keep far from us the curse of
the reviler: bring us accumulated store of treasures.
3 God of the
fair helm, give Sudas a hundred succours, a thousand blessings, and thy bounty.
Strike down the weapon of our
mortal foeman: bestow upon us splendid fame and riches.
4 I wait the
power of one like thee, O Indra, gifts of a Helper such as thou art, Hero.
Strong, Mighty God, dwell with
me now and ever: Lord of Bay Horses, do not thou desert us.
5 Here are the
Kutsas supplicating Indra for might, the Lord of Bays for God-sent conquest.
Make our foes ever easy to be
vanquished: may we, victorious, win the spoil, O Hero.
6 With
precious things, O Indra, thus content us: may we attain to thine exalted
favour.
Send our chiefs plenteous food
with hero children. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.
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