HYMN CXIX. Asvins.
HITHER, that I may live, I call unto the feast your wondrous car,
thought-swift, borne on by rapid steeds.
With thousand banners, hundred treasures, pouring gifts, promptly obedient,
bestowing ample room.
Even as it moveth near my hymn is lifted up, and all the regions come together
to sing praise.
I sweeten the oblations; now the helpers come. Urjani hath, O Asvins, mounted on
When striving man with man for glory they have met, brisk, measureless, eager
for victory in fight,
Then verily your car is seen upon the slope when ye, O Asvins, bring some choice
boon to the prince.
Ye came to Bhujyu while he struggled in the flood, with flying birds,
self-yoked, ye bore him to his sires.
Ye went to the far-distant home, O Mighty Ones; and famed is your great aid to
Asvins, the car which you had yoked for glorious show your own two voices
urged directed to its goal.
Then she who came for friendship, Maid of noble birth, elected you as Husbands,
you to be her Lords.
Rebha ye saved from tyranny; for Atri's sake ye quenched with cold the fiery
pit that compassed him.
Ye made the cow of Sayu stream refreshing milk, and Vandana was holpen [sic] to
Doers of marvels, skilful workers, ye restored Vandana, like a car, worn out
with length of days.
From earth ye brought the sage to life in wondrous mode; be your great deeds
done here for him who honours you.
Ye went to him who mourned in a far distant place, him who was left forlorn by
treachery of his sire.
Rich with the light of heaven was then the help ye gave, and marvellous your
succour when ye stood by him.
To you in praise of sweetness sang the honey-bee: Ausija calleth you in Soma's
Ye drew unto yourselves the spirit of Dadhyac, and then the horse's head uttered
his words to you.
A horse did ye provide for Pedu, excellent, white, O ye Asvins, conqueror of
Invincible in war by arrows, seeking heaven worthy of fame, like Indra,
vanquisher of men.
HYMN CXX. Asvins.
ASVINS, what praise may win your grace? Who may be pleasing to you both?
How shall the ignorant worship you?
Here let the ignorant ask the means of you who know-for none beside you
knoweth aught -
Not of a spiritless mortal man.
Such as ye: are, all-wise, we call you. Ye wise, declare to us this day
Loving you well your servant lauds you.
Simply, ye Mighty Ones, I ask the Gods of that wondrous oblation hallowed by
the mystic word.
Save us from what is stronger, fiercer than ourselves.
Forth go the hymn that shone in Ghosa Bhrgu's like, the song wherewith the son
of Pajra worships you,
Like some wise minister.
Hear ye the song of him who hastens speedily. O Asvins, I am he who sang your
Hither, ye Lords of Splendour, hither turn your eyes.
For ye were ever nigh to deal forth ample wealth, to give the wealth that ye
had gathered up.
As such, ye Vasus, guard us well, and keep us safely from the wicked wolf.
Give us not up to any man who hateth us, nor let our milch-cows stray, whose
udders give us food,
Far from our homes without their calves.
May they who love you gain you for their Friends. Prepare ye us for opulence
with strengthening food,
Prepare us for the food that floweth from our cows
have obtained the horseless car of Asvins rich in sacrifice,
And I am well content therewith.
May it convey me evermore: may the light chariot pass from men
To men unto the Soma draught.
It holdeth slumber in contempt. and the rich who enjoyeth not:
Both vanish quickly and are lost.
HYMN CXXI, Indra.
WHEN Will men's guardians hasting hear with favour the song of Angiras's
When to the people of the home he cometh he strideth to the sacrifice, the Holy.
He stablished heaven; he poured forth, skilful worker, the wealth of kine, for
strength, that nurtures heroes.
The Mighty One his self-born host regarded, the horse's mate, the mother of the
Lord of red dawns, he came victorious, daily to the Angirases' former
His bolt and team hath he prepared, and stablished the heaven for quadrupeds and
In joy of this thou didst restore, for worship, the lowing company of hidden
When the three-pointed one descends with onslaught he opens wide the doors that
cause man trouble.
Thine is that milk which thy swift-moving Parents brought down, a
strengthening genial gift for conquest;
When the pure treasure unto thee they offered, the milk shed from the cow who
There is he born. May the Swift give us rapture, and like the Sun shine forth
from yonder dawning,
Indu, even us who drank, whose toils are offerings, poured from the spoon, with
praise, upon the altar.
When the wood-pile, made of good logs, is ready, at the Sun's worship to bind
fast the Bullock,
Then when thou shinest forth through days of action for the Car-borne, the
Swift, tile Cattle-seeker.
Eight steeds thou broughtest down from mighty heaven, when fighting for the
well that giveth splendour,
That men might press with stones the gladdening yellow, strengthened with milk,
fermenting, to exalt thee.
Thou hurledst forth from heaven the iron missile, brought by the Skilful, from
the sling of leather,
When thou, O Much-invoked, assisting Kutsa with endless deadly darts didst
Bolt-armed, ere darkness overtook the sunlight, thou castest at the veiling
cloud thy weapon,
Thou rentest, out of heaven, though firmly knotted, the might of Susna that was
thrown around him.
The mighty Heaven and Earth, those bright expanses that have no wheels,
joyed, Indra, at thine exploit.
Vrtra, the boar who lay amid the waters, to sleep thou sentest with thy mighty
Mount Indra, lover of the men thou guardest, the well-yoked horses of the
wind, best bearers.
The bolt which Kavya Usana erst gave thee, strong, gladdening, Vrtra-slaying,
hath he fashioned *
The strong Bay Horses of the Sun thou stayedst: this Etasa drew not the
wheel, O Indra.
Casting them forth beyond the ninety rivers thou dravest down into the pit the
Indra, preserve thou us from this affliction Thunder-armed, save us from the
misery near us.
Vouchsafe us affluence in chariots, founded on horses, for our food and fame and
Never may this thy loving-kindness fail us; mighty in strength, may plenteous
food surround us.
Maghavan, make us share the foeman's cattle: may we be thy most liberal feast
HYMN CXXII Visvadevas.
SAY, bringing sacrifice to bounteous Rudra, This juice for drink to you whose
wrath is fleeting!
With Dyaus the Asura's Heroes I have lauded the Maruts as with prayer to Earth
Strong to exalt the early invocation are Night and Dawn who show with varied
The Barren clothes her in wide-woven raiment, and fair Morn shines with Surya's
Cheer us the Roamer round, who strikes at morning, the Wind delight us, pourer
forth of waters!
Sharpen our wits, O Parvata and Indra. May all the Gods vouchsafe to us this
And Ausija shall call for me that famous Pair who enjoy and drink, who come to
Set ye the Offspring of the Floods before you; both Mothers of the Living One
For you shall Ausija call him who thunders, as, to win Arjuna's assent, cried
I will invoke, that Pusan may be bounteous to you, the rich munificence of Agni.
Hear, Mitra-Varuna, these mine invocations, hear them from all men in the hall
Giver of famous gifts, kind hearer, Sindhu who gives fair fields, listen with
all his waters 1
Praised, Mitra, Varuna! is your gift, a hundred cows to the Prksayamas and the
Presented by car-famous Priyaratha, supplying nourishment, they came directly.
Praised is the gift of him the very wealthy: may we enjoy it, men with hero
His who hath many gifts to give the Pajras, a chief who makes me rich in cars
The folk, O Mitra-Varuna, who hate you, who sinfully hating pour you no
Lay in their hearts, themselves, a wasting sickness, whereas the righteous
gaineth all by worship.
That man, most puissant, wondrously urged onward, famed among heroes, liberal
Moveth a warrior, evermore undaunted in all encounters even with the mighty.
Come to the man's, the sacrificer's calling: hear, Kings of Immortality,
While ye who speed through clouds decree your bounty largely, for fame, to him
the chariot rider.
Vigour will we bestow on that adorer whose tenfold draught we come to taste,
so spake they.
May all in whom rest splendour and great riches obtain refreshment in these
We will rejoice to drink the tenfold present when the twicefive come bearing
What can he do whose steeds and reins are choicest? These, the all-potent, urge
brave men to conquest.
The sea and all the Deities shall give us him with the golden car and neck
Dawns, hasting to the praises of the pious, be pleased with us. both offerers and
Four youthful sons of Masarsara vex me, three, of the king, the conquering
Now like the Sun, O Varuna and Mitra, your car hath shone, long-shaped and
reined with splendour.
HYMN CXXIII. Dawn.
THE Daksina's broad chariot hath been harnessed: this car the Gods Immortal
Fain to bring light to homes of men the noble and active Goddess hath emerged
She before all the living world hath wakened, the Lofty One who wins and
Revived and ever young on high she glances. Dawn hath come first unto our
If, Dawn, thou Goddess nobly born, thou dealest fortune this day to all the
race of mortals,
May Savitar the God, Friend of the homestead, declare before the Sun that we are
Showing her wonted form each day that passeth, spreading the light she
visiteth each dwelling.
Eager for conquest, with bright sheen she cometh. Her portion is the best of
Sister of Varuna, sister of Bhaga, first among all sing forth, O joyous
Weak be the strength of him who worketh evil - may we subdue him with our car
Let our glad hymns and holy thoughts rise upward, for the flames brightly
burning have ascended.
The far-refulgent Mornings make apparent the lovely treasures which the darkness
The one departeth and the other cometh: unlike in hue day's, halves march on
One hides the gloom of the surrounding Parents. Dawn on her shining chariot is
The same in form to-day, the same tomorrow, they still keep Varuna's eternal
Blameless, in turn they traverse thirty regions, and dart across the spirit in a
She who hath knowledge Of the first day's nature is born refulgent white from
out the darkness.
The Maiden breaketh not the law of Order, day by day coming to the place
In pride of beauty like a maid thou goest, O Goddess, to the God who longs to
And smiling youthful, as thou shinest brightly, before him thou discoverest thy
Fair as a bride embellished by her mother thou showest forth thy form that
all may see it.
Blessed art thou O Dawn. Shine yet more widely. No other Dawns have reached what
Rich in kine, horses, and all goodly treasures, in constant operation with
The Dawns depart and come again again assuming their wonted forms that promise
Obedient to the rein of Law Eternal give us each thought that more and more
shall bless us.
Shine thou on us to-day, Dawn, swift to listen. With us be riches and with
chiefs who worship.
HYMN CXXIV. Dawn.
THE Dawn refulgent when the fire is kindled, and the Sun rising, far diffuse
Savitar, God, hath sent us forth to labour, each quadruped, each biped, to be
Not interrupting heavenly ordinances, although she minisheth [sic] human
The last of endless morns that have departed, the first of those that come, Dawn
There in the eastern region she, Heaven's Daughter, arrayed in garments all of
Truly she followeth the path of Order, nor faileth, knowing well, the heavenly
Near is she seen, as 'twere the Bright One's bosom: she showeth sweet things
like a new song-singer.
She cometh like a fly awaking sleepers, of all. returning dames most true and
There in the east half of the watery region the Mother of the Cows hath shown
Wider and wider still she spreadeth onward, and filleth full the laps of both
She, verily, exceeding vast to look on debarreth from her light nor kin nor
Proud of her spotless form she, brightly shining, turneth not from the high nor
from the humble.
She seeketh men, as she who hath no brother, mounting her car, as 'twere to
Dawn, like a loving matron for her husband, smiling and well attired, unmasks
The Sister quitteth, for the elder Sister, her place, and having looked on her
She decks her beauty, shining forth with sunbeams, like women trooping to the
To all these Sisters who ere now have vanished a later one each day in course
So, like the past, with days of happy fortune, may the new Dawns shine forth on
us with riches.
Rouse up, O Wealthy One, the liberal givers; let niggard traffickers sleep on
Shine richly, Wealthy One, on those who worship, richly, glad.
Dawn while wasting, on the singer.
This young Maid from the east hath shone upon us; she harnesseth her team of
bright red oxen.
She will beam forth, the light will hasten hither, and Agni will be present in
As the birds fly forth from their resting places, so men with store of food
rise at thy dawning.
Yea, to the liberal mortal who remaineth at home, O Goddess Dawn, much good thou
Praised through my prayer be ye who should be lauded. Ye have increased our
wealth, ye Dawns who love us.
Goddesses, may we win by your good favour wealth to be told by hundreds and by
HYMN CXXV. Svanaya.
COMING at early morn he gives his treasure; the prudent one receives and
Thereby increasing still his life and offspring, he comes with brave sons to
Rich shall he be in gold and kine and horses. Indra bestows on him great vital
Who stays thee, as thou comest, with his treasure, like game caught in the net,
O early comer.
Longing, I came this morning to the pious, the son of sacrifice, with car
Give him to drink juice of the stalk that gladdens; prosper with pleasant hymns
the Lord of Heroes.
Health-bringing streams, as milch-cows, flow to profit him who hath
worshipped, him who now will worship.
To him who freely gives and fills on all sides full streams of fatness flow and
make him famous.
On the high ridge of heaven he stands exalted, yea, to the Gods he goes, the
The streams, the waters flow for him with fatness: to him this guerdon ever
For those who give rich meeds are all these splendours, for those who give
rich meeds suns shine in heaven.
The givers of rich meeds are made immortal; the givers of rich fees prolong
Let not the liberal sink to sin and sorrow, never decay the pious -chiefs who
Let every man besides be their protection, and let affliction fall upon the
HYMN CXXVI. Bhavayavya.
WITH wisdom I present these lively praises of Bhavya dweller on the bank of
For he, unconquered King, desiring glory, hath furnished me a thousand
A hundred necklets from the King, beseeching, a hundred gift-steeds I at once
Of the lord's cows a thousand, I Kaksivan. His deathless glory hath he spread to
Horses of dusky colour stood beside me, ten chariots, Svanaya's gift, with
mares to draw them.
Kine numbering sixty thousand followed after. Kaksivan gained them when the days
Forty bay horses of the ten cars' master before a thousand lead the long
Reeling in joy Kaksivan's sons and Pajra's have grounded the coursers decked
with pearly trappings.
An earlier gift for you have I accepted eight cows, good milkers, and tree
Pajras, who with your wains with your great kinsman, like troops of subjects,
have been fain for glory.
HYMN CXXVII Agni.
AGNI I hold as herald, the munificent, the gracious, Son of Strength, who
knoweth all that live, as holy Singer, knowing 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,
longeth for it with his glow.
We, sacrificing, call on thee best worshipper, the eldest of Angirases,
Singer, with hymns, thee, brilliant One! with singers' hymns;
Thee, wandering round as 't were the sky, who art the invoking Priest of men,
Whom, Bull with hair of flame the people must observe, the people that he speed
He with his shining glory blazing far and wide, he verily it is who slayeth
demon foes, slayeth the demons like an axe:
At whose close touch things solid shake, and what is stable yields like trees.
Subduing all, he keeps his ground and flinches not, from the skilled archer
To him, as one who knows, even things solid yield: unrough fire-sticks heated
hot he gives his gifts to aid. Men offer Agni gifts for aid.
He deeply piercing many a thing hews it like wood with fervent glow.
Even hard and solid food he crunches with his might, yea, hard and solid food
Here near we place the sacrificial food for him who shines forth fairer in the
night than in the day, with life then stronger than by day.
His life gives sure and firm defence as that one giveth to a son.
The during fires enjoy things given and things not given, the during fires enjoy
He, roaring very loudly like the Maruts' host, in fertile cultivated fields
adorable, in desert spots adorable,
Accepts and eats our offered gifts, ensign of sacrifice by desert;
So let all, joying, love his path when he is glad, as men pursue a path for
Even as they who sang forth hymns, addressed to heaven, the Blirgus with
their prayer and praise invited him, the Bhrgus rubbing, offering gifts.
For radiant Agni, Lord of all these treasures, is exceeding strong.
May he, the wise, accept the grateful coverings, the wise accept the coverings.
Thee we invoke, the Lord of all our settled homes, common to all, the
household's guardian, to enjoy, bearer of true hymns, to enjoy.
Thee we invoke, the guest of men, by whose mouth, even as a sire's,
All these Immortals come to gain their food of life, oblations come to Gods as
Thou, Agni, most victorious with thy conquering strength, most Mighty One, art
born for service of the Gods, like wealth for service of the Gods.
Most mighty is thine ecstasy, most splendid is thy mental power.
Therefore men wait upon thee, undecaying One, like vassals, undecaying One.
To him the mighty, conquering with victorious strength, to Agni walking with
the dawn, who sendeth kine, be sung your laud, to Agni sung;
As he who with oblation comes calls him aloud in every place.
Before the brands of fire he shouteth singerlike, the herald, kindler of the
Agni, beheld by us in nearest neighbourhood, accordant with the Gods, bring
us, with gracious love, great riches with thy gracious love.
Give us O Mightiest, what is great, to see and to enjoy the earth.
As one of awful power, stir up heroic might for those who praise thee, Bounteous
HYMN CXXVIII. Agni.
By Manu's law was born this Agni, Priest most skilled, born for the holy work
of those who yearn therefore, yea, born for his own holy work.
All ear to him who seeks his love and wealth to him who strives for fame,
Priest ne'er deceived, he sits in Ila's holy place, girt round in Ila's holy
We call that perfecter of worship by the path or sacrifice; with reverence
rich in offerings, with worship rich in offerings.
Through presentation of our food he grows not old in this his from;
The God whom Matarisvan brought from far away, for Manu brought from far away.
In ordered course forthwith he traverses the earth, swift-swallowing,
bellowing Steer, bearing the genial seed, bearing the seed and bellowing.
Observant with a hundred eyes the God is conqueror in the wood:
Agni, who hath his seat in broad plains here below, and in the high lands far
That Agni, wise High-Priest, in every house takes thought for sacrifice and
holy service, yea, takes thought, with mental power, for sacrifice.
Disposer, he with mental power shows all things unto him who strives;
Whence he was born a guest enriched with holy oil, born as Ordainer and as
When through his power and in his strong prevailing flames the Maruts'
gladdening boons mingle with Agni's roar, boons gladdening for the active One,
Then he accelerates the gift, and by the greatness of his wealth,
Shall rescue us from overwhelming misery, from curse and overwhelming woe.
Vast, universal, good he was made messenger; the speeder with his right hand
hath not loosed his hold, through love of fame not loosed his hold.
He bears oblations to the Gods for whosoever supplicates.
Agni bestows a blessing on each pious man, and opens wide the doors for him.
That Agni hath been set most kind in camp of men, in sacrifice like a Lord
victorious, like a dear Lord in sacred rites.
His are the oblations of mankind when offered up at Ili's place.
He shall preserve us from Varuna's chastisement, yea, from the great God's
Agni the Priest they supplicate to grant them wealth: him, dear, most
thoughtful, have they made their messenger, him, offering-bearer have they made,
Beloved of all, who knoweth all, the Priest, the Holy one, the Sage-
Him, Friend, for help, the Gods when they are fain for wealth, him, Friend, with
hymns, when fain for wealth.
HYMN CXXIX Indra.
THE car which Indra, thou, for service of the Gods though it be far away, O
swift One, bringest near, which, Blameless One, thou bringest near,
Place swiftly nigh us for our help: be it thy will that it be strong.
Blameless and active, hear this speech of orderers, this speech of us like
Hear, Indra, thou whom men in every fight must call to show thy strength, for
cry of battle with the men, with men of war for victory.
He who with heroes wins the light, who with the singers gains the prize,
Him the rich seek to gain even as a swift strong steed, even as a courser fleet
Thou, Mighty, pourest forth the hide that holds the rain, thou keepest far
away, Hero, the wicked man, thou shuttest out the wicked man.
Indra, to thee I sing, to Dyaus, to Rudra glorious in himself,
To Mitra, Varuna I sing a far-famed hymn to the kind God a far-famed hymn.
We. wish our Indra here that he may further you, the Friend, beloved of all,
the very strong ally, in wars the very strong ally
In all encounters strengthen thou our prayer to be a help to us.
No enemy-whom thou smitest down subdueth thee, no enemy, whom thou smitest down.
Bow down the overweening pride of every foe with succour like to kindling-wood
in fiercest flame, with mighty succour, Mighty One.
Guide us, thou Hero, as of old, so art thou counted blameless still.
Thou drivest, as a Priest, all sins of man away, as Priest, in person, seeking
This may I utter to the present Soma-drop, which, meet to be invoked, with
power, awakes the prayer, awakes the demon-slaying prayer.
May he himself with darts of death drive far from us the scorner's hate.
Far let him flee away who speaketh wickedness and vanish like a mote of dust.
By thoughtful invocation this may we obtain, obtain great wealth, O Wealthy
One, with Hero sons, wealth that is sweet with hero sons.
Him who is wroth we pacify with sacred food and eulogies,
Indra the Holy with our calls inspired and true, the Holy One with calls
On, for your good and ours, come Indra with the aid of his own lordliness to
drive the wicked hence, to rend the evilhearted ones!
The weapon which devouring fiends cast at us shall destroy themselves.
Struck down, it shall not reach the mark; hurled forth, the fire-brand shall not
With riches in abundance, Indra, come to us, come by an unobstructed path,
come by a path from demons free.
Be with us when we stray afar, be with us when our home is nigh.
Protect us with thy help both near and far away: protect us ever with thy help.
Thou art our own, O Indra, with victorious wealth: let might accompany thee,
the Strong, to give us aid, like Mitra, to give mighty aid.
O strongest saviour, helper thou, Immortal! of each warrior's car.
Hurt thou another and not us, O Thunderarmed, one who would hurt, O
Save us from injury, thou who art well extolled: ever the warder-off art thou
of wicked ones, even as a God, of wicked ones;
Thou slayer of the evil fiend, saviour of singer such as I.
Good Lord, the Father made thee slayer of the fiends, made thee, good Lord, to
slay the fiends.
HYMN CXXX. Indra.
Come to us, Indra, from afar, conducting us even as a lord of heroes to the
gatherings, home, like a King, his heroes' lord.
We come with gifts of pleasant food, with juice poured forth, invoking thee,
As sons invite a sire, that thou mayst get thee strength thee, bounteousest, to
get thee strength.
O Indra, drink the Soma juice pressed out with stones. poured from the
reservoir, as an ox drinks the spring, a very thirsty bull the spring.
For the sweet draught that gladdens thee, for mightiest freshening of thy
Let thy Bay Horses bring thee hither as the Sun, as every day they bring the
He found the treasure brought from heaven that lay concealed, close-hidden,
like the nestling of a bird, in rock, enclosed in never-enffing [sic] rock.
Best Angiras, bolt-armed, he strove to win, as 'twere, the stall of kine;
So Indra hath disclosed the food concealed, disclosed the doors, the food that
Grasping his thunderbolt with both hands, Indra made its edge most keen, for
hurling, like a carving-knife for Ahi's slaughter made it keen.
Endued with majesty and strength, O Indra, and with lordly might,
Thou crashest down the trees, as when a craftsman fells, crashest them down as
with an axe.
Thou, Indra, without effort hast let loose the floods to run their free course
like chariots, to the sea, like chariots showing forth their strength.
They, reaching hence away, have joined their strength for one eternal end,
Even as the cows who poured forth every thing for man, Yea, poured forth all
thing- for mankind.
Eager for riches, men have formed for thee this song, like as a skilful
craftsman fashioneth a car, so have they wrought thee to their bliss;
Adorning thee, O Singer, like a generous steed for deeds of might,
Yea, like a steed to show his strength and win the prize, that he may bear each
For Puru thou hast shattered, Indra ninety forts, for Divodasa thy boon
servant with thy bolt, O Dancer, for thy worshipper.
For Atithigva he, the Strong, brought Sambara. from the mountain down,
Distributing the mighty treasures with his strength, parting all treasures with
Indra in battles help his Aryan worshipper, he who hath hundred helps at hand
in every fray, in frays that win the light of heaven.
Plaguing the lawless he gave up to Manu's seed the dusky skin;
Blazing, 'twere, he burns each covetous man away, he burns, the tyrannous away.
Waxed strong in might at dawn he tore the Sun's wheel off. Bright red, he
steals away their speech, the Lord of Power, their speech he steals away from
As thou with eager speed, O Sage, hast come from far away to help,
As winning for thine own all happiness of men, winning all happiness each day.
Lauded with our new hymns, O vigorous in deed, save us with strengthening
help, thou Shatterer of the Forts!
Thou, Indra, praised by Divodasa's clansmen, as heaven grows great with days,
shalt wax in glory.
HYMN CXXXI. Indra.
To Indra Dyaus the Asura hath bowed him down, to Indra mighty Earth with
wide-extending tracts, to win the light, with wide-spread tracts.
All Gods of one accord have set Indra in front preeminent.
For Indra all libations must be set apart, all man's libations set apart.
In all libations men with hero spirit urge the Universal One, each seeking
several light, each fain to win the light apart.
Thee, furthering like a ship, will we set to the chariot-pole of strength,
As men who win with sacrifices Indra's thought, men who win Indra with their
Couples desirous of thine aid are storming thee, pouring their presents forth
to win a stall of kine, pouring gifts, Indra, seeking thee.
When two men seeking spoil or heaven thou bringest face to face in war,
Thou showest, Indra, -then the bolt thy constant friend, the Bull that ever
waits on thee.
This thine heroic power men of old time have known, wherewith thou breakest
down, Indra, autumnal forts, breakest them down with conquering might.
Thou hast chastised, O Indra, Lord of Strength, the man who worships not,
And made thine own this great earth and these water-floods; with joyous heart
And they have bruited far this hero-might when thou, O Strong One, in thy joy
helpest thy suppliants, who sought to win thee for their Friend.
Their battle-cry thou madest sound victorious in the shocks of war.
One stream after another have they gained from thee, eager for glory have they
Also this morn may he be well inclined to us, mark at our call our offerings
and our song of praise, our call that we may win the light.
As thou, O Indra Thunder-armed, wilt, as the Strong One, slay the foe,
Listen thou to the prayer of me a later sage, hear thou a later sage's prayer.
O Indra, waxen strong and well-inclined to us, thou very mighty, slay the man
that is our foe, slay the man, Hero! with thy bolt.
Slay thou the man who injures us: hear thou, as readiest, to hear.
Far be malignity, like mischief on the march, afar be all malignity.
HYMN CXXXII. Indra.
HELPED, Indra Maghavan, by thee in war of old, may we subdue in fight the men
who strive with us, conquer the men who war with us.
This day that now is close at hand bless him who pours the Soma juice.
In this our sacrifice may we divide the spoil, showing our strength, the spoil
In war which wins the light, at the freegiver's call, at due oblation of the
early-rising one, oblation of the active one,
Indra slew, even as we know-whom each bowed head must reverence.
May all thy bounteous gifts be gathered up for us, yea, the good gifts of thee
This food glows for thee as of old at sacrifice, wherein they made thee
chooser of the place , for thou choosest the place of sacrifice.
Speak thou and make it known to us they see within with beams of light.
Indra, indeed, is found a seeker after spoil, spoil-seeker for his own allies.
So now must thy great deed be lauded as of old, when for the Angirases thou
openedst the stall, openedst, giving aid, the stall.
In the same manner for us here fight thou and be victorious:
To him who pours the juice give up the lawless man, the lawless who is wroth
When with wise plan the Hero leads the people forth, they conquer in the
ordered battle, seeking fame, press, eager, onward seeking fame.
To him in time of need they sing for life with offspring and with strength.
Their hymns with Indra find a welcome place of rest: the hymns go forward to
Indra and Parvata, our champions in the fight, drive ye away each man who
fain would war with us, drive him far from us with the bolt.
Welcome to him concealed afar shall he the lair that he hath found.
So may the Render rend our foes on every side, rend them, O Hero, everywhere.
HYMN CXXXIII. Indra.
WITH sacrifice I purge both earth and heaven: I burn up great she-fiends who
serve not Indra,
Where throttled by thy hand the foes were slaughtered, and in the pit of death
lay pierced and mangled.
O thou who castest forth the stones crushing the sorceresses' heads,
Break them with thy wide-spreading foot, with thy wide-spreading mighty foot.
Do thou, O Maghavan, beat off these sorceresses' daring strength.
Cast them within the narrow pit. within the deep and narrow pit.
Of whom thou hast ere now destroyed thrice-fifty with thy fierce attacks.
That deed they count a glorious deed, though small to thee, a glorious deed.
O Indra, crush and bray to bits the fearful fiery-weaponed fiend:
Strike every demon to the ground.
Tear down the mighty ones. O Indra, hear thou us. For heaven hath glowed like
earth in fear, O nunder-armed [sic], as dreading fierce heat, Thunder-armed!
Most Mighty mid the Mighty Ones thou speedest with strong bolts of death,
Not slaying men, unconquered Hero with the brave, O Hero, with the thrice-seven
The pourer of libations gains the home of wealth, pouring his gift conciliates
hostilities, yea, the hostilities of Gods.
Pouring, he strives, unchecked and strong, to win him riches thousandfold.
Indra gives lasting wealth to him who pours forth gifts, yea, wealth he gives
that long shall last.
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