HYMN LI. Indra.

1
OFFER ye up as praise to him that wherein Indra takes delight. The Soma-bringers magnify Indra's great energy with hymns. Good are the gifts that Indra gives.

2
Sole among chiefs, companionless, impetuous, and peerless, he Hath waxen great o'er many folk, yea., over all things born, in might.

3
Lord of swift bounty, he will win e'en with a steed of worthless sort. This, Indra, must be told of thee who wilt perform heroic deeds.

4
Come to us.hither: let us pay devotions that enhance thy might, For which, Most Potent! thou wouldst fain bless the man here who strives for fame.

5
For thou, O Indra, makest yet more bold the spirit of the bold Who with strong Soma serveth thee, still ready with his reverent prayers.

6
Worthy of song, he looketh down as a man looketh into wells. Pleased with the Soma-bringer's skill he maketh him his mate and friend.

7
In strength and wisdom all the Gods, Indra, have yielded unto thee. Be thou the Guard of all, O thou whom many praise.

8
Praised, Indra, is this might of thine, best for the service of the Gods, That thou with power dost slay Vrtra, O Lord of Strength.

9
He makes the races of mankind like synods of the Beauteous One. Indra knows this his manifest deed, and is renowned.

10
Thy might, O Indra, at its birth, thee also, and thy mental power, In thy care, Maghavan rich in kine! they have increased exceedingly.

11
O Vrtra-slayer, thou and I will both combine for winning spoil. Even malignity will consent, O Bolt-armed Hero, unto us.

12
Let us extol this Indra as truthful and never as untrue. Dire is his death who pours no gifts great light hath he who offers them. Good are the gifts that Indra gives.

HYMN LII. Indra.

1
WITH powers of Mighty Ones hath he, Ancient, Beloved, been equipped, Through whom the Father Manu made prayers efficacious with the Gods.

2
Him, Maker of the sky, let stones wet with the Soma ne'er forsake, Nor hymns and prayer that must be said.

3
Indra who knew full well disclosed the kine to the Angirases. This his great deed must be extolled.

4
Indra, promoter of the song, the sage's Strengthener as of old, Shall come to bless and succour us at presentation of this laud.

5
Now after their desire's intent the pious singers with the cry Of Hail! have sung loud hymns to thee, Indra, to gain a stall of kine.

6
With Indra rest all deeds of might, deeds done and yet to be performed, Whom singers know devoid of guile.

7
When the Five Tribes with all their men to Indra have sent out their voice, And when the priest hath strewn much grass, this is the Friend's own dwelling place.

8
This praise is verily thine own: thou hast performed these manly deeds, And sped the wheel upon its way.

9
At the o'erflowing of this Steer, boldly he strode for life, and took Soma as cattle take their corn.

10
Receiving this and craving help, we, who with you are Daksa's sons, Would fain exalt the Maruts' Lord.

11
Yea, Hero, with the singers we sing.to the duly-coming Band. Allied with thee may we prevail.

12
With us are raining Rudras, clouds accordant in call to battle, at the death of Vrtra,

HYMN LIII. Andra.

1
MAY our hymns give thee great delight. Display thy bounty, Thunderer. Drive off the enemies of prayer.

2
Crush with thy foot the niggard churls who bring no gifts. Mighty art thou There is not one to equal thee.

3
Thou art the Lord of Soma pressed, Soma impressed is also thine. Thou art the Sovran of the folk.

4
Come, go thou forth, dwelling in heaven and listening to the prayers of men: Thou fillest both the heavens and earth.

5
Even that hill with rocky heights, with hundreds, thousands, held within. Thou for thy worshippers brakest through.

6
We call on thee both night and day to taste the flowing Soma juice: Do thou fulfil our heart's desire.

7
Where is that ever-youthful Steer, strong. necked and never yet bent down? What Brahman ministers to him?

8
To whose libation doth the Steer, betake him with delight therein? Who takes delight in Indra now?

9
Whom, Vrtra-slayer, have thy gift and hero powers accompanied? Who is thy dearest in the laud?

10
For thee among mankind, among the Purus is this Soma shed. Hasten thou hither: drink thereof.

11
This, growing by Soma and by Saryanavan, dear to thee, In Arjikiya, cheers thee best.

12
Hasten thou hitherward, and drink this for munificence to-day, Delightful for thine eager draught.

HYMN LIV. Indra.

1
THOUGH, Indra, thou art called by men from east and west, from north and south, Come hither quickly with fleet steeds

2
If in the effluence of heaven, rich in its light, thou takest joy, Or in the sea in Soma juice.

3
With songs I call thee, Great and Wide, even as a cow to profit us, Indra, to drink the Soma-draught.

4
Hither, O Indra, let thy Bays bear up and, bring upon thy car Thy glory, God! and majesty.

5
Thou, Indra, wouldst be sung and praised as great, strong, lordly in thy deeds Come hither, drink our Soma juice.

6
We who have shed the Soma and prepared the feast are calling thee. To sit on this our sacred grass.

7
As, Indra, thou art evermore the common Lord of all alike, As such we invocate thee now.

8
The men with stones have milked for thee this nectar of the Soma juice: Indra, be pleased with it, and drink.

9
Neglect all pious men with skill in sacred song: come hitherward, With speed, and give us high renown.

10
Gods, may the mighty rest unharmed, the King who gives me spotted kine, Kine decked with golden ornaments.

11
Beside a thousand spotted kine I have received a gift of gold, Pure, brilliant, and exceeding great.

12
Durgaha's grandsons, giving me a thousand kine, munificent, Have won renown among the Gods.

HYMN LV. Indra.

1
LOUD singing at the sacred rite where Soma flows we priests invoke With haste, that he may help, as the bard's Cherisher, Indra who findeth wealth for you.

2
Whom with fair helm, in rapture of the juice, the firm resistless slayers hinder not: Giver of glorious wealth to him who sing a his praise, honouring him who toils and pours:

3
Sakra, who like a curry-comb for horses or a golden goad, Indra, the Vrtra-slayer, urges eagerly the opening of the stall of kine:

4
Who for the worshipper scatters forth ample wealth, even though buried, piled in heaps: May Indra, Lord of Bay Steeds, fair-helmed Thunderer, act at his pleasure, as he lists.

5
Hero whom many praise, what thou hast longed for, oven of old, from men. All that we offer unto thee, O Indra, now, sacrifice, laud, effectual speech.

6
To Soma, Much-invoked, Bolt-armed! for thy carouse, Celestial, Soma-drinker come. Thou to the man who- prays and pours the juice hast been best giver of delightful wealth.

7
Here, verily, yesterday we let the Thunder-wielder drink his fill. So in like manner offer him the jifice [sic] today. Now range you by the Glorious One.

8
Even the wolf, the savage beast that rends the sheep, follows the path of his decrees. So graciously accepting, Indra, this our praise, with wondrous thought come forth to us.

9
What manly deed of vigour now remains that Indra hath not done? Who hath not heard his glorious title and his fame, the Vrtra-slayer from his birth?

10
'How great his power resistless! how invincible the Vrtra-slayer's matchless might! Indra excels all usurers who see the day, excels all traffickers in strength.

11
O Indra, Vrtra-slayer, we, thy very constant worshippers, Bring prayers ne'er heard before to thee, O Much-invoked, O Thunder-armed, to be thy meed.

12
O thou of mighty acts, the aids that are in thee call forward many an eager hope. Past the drink-offerings, Vasu, even of the good, hear my call, Strongest God, and come.

13
Verily, Indra, we are thine, we worshippers depend on thee. For there is none but only thou to show us race, O Maghavan, thou much invoked.

14
From this our misery and famine set us free, from this dire curse deliver us. Succour us with thine help and with thy wondrous thought. Most Mighty, finder of the way.

15
Now let your Soma juice be poured; be not afraid, O Kali's sons. This darkening sorrow goes away; yea, of itself it vanishes.

HYMN LVI. Adityas.

1
Now pray we to these Ksatriyas, to the Adityas for their aid, These who are gracious to assist.

2
May Mitra bear us over distress, and Varuna and Aryaman, Yea, the Adityas, as they know.

3
For wonderful and meet for praise is these Adityas' saving help To him who offers and prepares.

4
The mighty aid of you, the Great, Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman, We claim to be our sure defence.

5
Guard us, Adityas, still alive, before the deadly weapon strike: Are ye not they who hear our call?

6
What sheltering defence ye have for him who toils in pouring gifts, Graciously bless ye us therewith.

7
Adityas, Gods, from sorrow there is freedom; for the sinless, wealth, O ye in whom no fault is seen.

8
Let not this fetter bind us fast: may he release us for success; For strong is Indra and renowned.

9
O Gods who fain would lend your aid, destroy not us as ye destroy Your enemies who go astray.

10
And thee too, O Great Aditi, thee also, Goddess, I address, Thee very gracious to assist.

11
Save us in depth and shallow from the foe, thou Mother of Strong Sons Let no one of our seed be harmed.

12
Far-spread! wide-ruling! grant that we, unharmed by envy, may expand Grant that our progeny may live.

13
Those who, the Princes of the folk, in native glory, ne'er deceived, Maintain their statutes, void of guilt-

14
As such, from mouth of ravening wolves, O ye Adityas, rescue us, Like a bound thief, O Aditi.

15
Adityas, let this arrow, yea, let this malignity depart From us or ever it strike us dead.

16
Fori [sic] Bountiful Adityas, we have evermore enjoyed your help, Both now and in die days of old.

17
To every one, O ye Most Wise, who turneth even from sin to you, Ye Gods vouchsafe that he may live.

18
May this new mercy profit us, which, ye Adityas, frees like one, Bound from his bonds, O Aditi.

19
O ye Adityas, this your might is not to be despised by us: So be ye graciously inclined.

20
Let not Vivasvan's weapon nor the shaft, Adityas, wrought with skill, Destroy us ere old age be nigh.

21
On every side dispel all sin, Adityas, all hostility, Indigence, and combined attack.

HYMN LVII. Indra.

1
EVEN as a car to give us aid, we draw thee hither for our bliss, Strong in thy deeds, checking assault, Lord, Mightiest Indra, of the brave!

2
Great in thy power and wisdom, Strong, with thought that comprehendeth all Thou hast filled full with majesty.

3
Thou very Mighty One, whose hands by virtue of thy greatness grasp, The golden bolt that breaks its way.

4
Your Lord of might that ne'er hath bent, that ruleth over all mankind, I call, that he, as he is wont, may aid the chariots and the men.

5
Whom, ever furthering, in frays that win the light, in both the hosts Men call to succour and to help.

6
Indra, the Strong, the measureless, worthy of praise, Most Bountiful, Sole Ruler even over wealth.

7
Him, for his ample bounty, him, this Indra do I urge to drink, Who, as his praise was sung of old, the Dancer, is the Lord of men.

8
Thou Mighty One, whose friendship none of mortals ever hath obtained None will attain unto thy might.

9
Aided by thee, with thee allied, in frays for water and for sun, Bolt-armed! may we win ample spoil.

10
So seek we thee with sacrifice and songs, chief Lover of the Song, As, in our battles Indra, thou to Purumayya gavest help.

11
O Thunderer, thou whose friendship and whose onward guidance both are sweet, Thy sacrifice must be prepared.

12
To us, ourselves, give ample room, give for our dwelling ample room Give ample room to us to live.

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13
We count the banquet of the Gods a spacious pathway for the men, And for the cattle, and the car.

14
Six men, yea, two and two, made glad with Soma juice, come near to me With offerings pleasant to the taste.

15
Two brown-hued steeds, Indrota's gift, two bays from Rksa's son were mine, From Asvamedha's son two red.

16
From Atithigva good car-steeds; from Arksa rein-obeying steeds, From Asvamedha beauteous ones.

17
Indrota, Atithigva's son, gave me six horses matched with mares And Patakratu gave besides.

18
Marked above all, amid the brown, is the red mare Vrsanvati, Obedient to the rein and whip.

19
O bound to me by deeds of might, not even the man who loves to blame. Hath found a single fault in you.

HYMN LVIII. Indra.

1
I SEND you forth the song of praise for Indu, hero-gladdener. With hymn and plenty he invites you to complete the sacrifice.

2
Thou wishest for thy kine a bull, for those who long for his approach, For those who turn away from him, lord of thy cows whom none may kill.

3
The dappled kine who stream with milk prepare his draught of Soma juice: Clans in the birth-place of the Gods, in the three luminous realms of heaven.

4
Praise, even as he is known, with song Indra the guardian of the kine, The Son of Truth, Lord of the brave.

5
Hither his Bay Steeds have been sent, red Steeds are on the sacred grass,, Where we in concert sing our songs.

6
For Indra Thunder-armed the kine have yielded mingled milk and meath, What time he found them in the vault.

7
When I and Indra mount on high up to the Bright One's place and home, We, having drunk of meath, will reach his seat whose Friends are three times seven.

8
Sing, sing ye forth your songs of praise, ye Briyamedhas, sing your songs: Yea, let young children sing their lauds as a strong castle praise ye him.

9
Now loudly let the viol sound, the lute send out its voice with might, Shrill be, the music of the string. To Indra. is the hymn up-raised.

10
When hither speed the dappled cows, unflinching, easy to be milked, Seize quickly, as it bursts away, the Soma juice for Indra's drink.

11
Indra hath drunk, Agni hath drunk. all Deities have drunk their fill. Here Varuna shall have his home, to whom the floods have sung aloud as motherkine unto their calves.

12
Thou, Varuna, to whom belong Seven Rivers, art a glorious God. The waters flow into thy throat as 'twere a pipe with ample mouth.

13
He who hath made the fleet steeds spring, well-harnessed, to the worshipper, He, the swift Guide, is that fair form that loosed the horses near at hand.

14
Indra, the very Mighty, holds his enemies in utter scorn. He, far away, and yet a child, cleft the cloud smitten by his voice.

15
He, yet a boy exceeding small, mounted his newly-fashioned car. He for his Mother and his Sire cooked the wild mighty buffalo.

16
Lord of the home, fair-helmeted, ascend thy chariot wrought of gold. We will attend the Heavenly One, the thousand-footed, red of hue, matchless, who blesses where he goes.

17
With reverence they come hitherward to him as to. a Sovran lord, That they may bring him near for this man's good success, to prosper and bestow his gifts.

18
The Priyamedhas have observed the offering of the men of old, Of ancient custom, while they strewed the sacred grass, and spread their sacrificial food.

HYMN LIX. Indra.

1
HE who, as Sovran Lord of men, moves with his chariots unrestrained, The Vrtra-slayer vanquisher, of fighting hosts, preeminent, is praised with song.

2
Honour that Indra, Puruhanman! for his aid, in whose sustaining hand of old, The splendid bolt of thunder was deposited, as the great Sun was set in heaven.

3
No one by deed attains to him who works and strengthens evermore: No, not by sacrifice, to Indra. praised o all, resistless, daring, bold in might.

4
The potent Conqueror, invincible in war, him at whose birth the Mighty Ones, The Kine who spread afar, sent their loud voices out, heavens, earths seat their loud voices out,

5
O Indra, if a hundred heavens and if a hundred earths were thine- No, not a thousand Suns could match thee at thy birth, not both the worlds, O Thunderer.

6
Thou, Hero, hast performed thy hero deeds with might, yea, all with strength, O Strongest One. Maghavan, help us to a stable full of kine, O Thunderer, with wondrous aids.

7
Let not a godless mortal gain this food, O thou whose life is long! But one who yokes the bright-hued steeds, the Etasas, even Indra yoker of the Bays.

8
Urge ye the Conqueror to give, your Indra greatly to be praised, To be invoked in shallow waters and in depths, to be invoked in deeds of might.

9
O Vasu, O thou Hero, raise us up to ample opulence. Raise us to gain of mighty wealth, O Maghavan, O Indra, to sublime renown.

10
Indra, thou justifiest us, and tramplest down thy slanderers. Guard thyself, valiant Hero, in thy vital parts: strike down the Dasa with thy blows.

11
The man who brings no sacrifice, inhuman, godless, infidel, Him let his friend the mountain cast to rapid death, the mountain cast the Dasyu down.

12
O Mightiest Indra, loving us, gather thou up, as grains of corn, Within thine hand, of these their kine, to give away, yea, gather twice as loving us.

13
O my companions, wish for power. How may we perfect Sara's praise, The liberal princely patron, never to be harmed?

14
By many a sage whose grass is trimmed thou art continually praised, That thou, O Sara, hast bestowed here one and here another calf.

15
The noble, Suradeva's son, hath brought a calf, led by the car to three of us. As a chief brings a goat to milk.

HYMN LX. Agni.

1
O AGNI, with thy mighty wealth guard us from all malignity, Yea, from all hate of mortal man.

2
For over thee, O Friend from birih, the wrath of man hath no control: Nay, Guardian of the earth art thou.

3
As such, with all the Gods, O Son of Strength, auspicious in thy flame. Give us wealth bringing all things good.

4
Malignities stay not from wealth the mortal man whom, Agni, thou Protectest while he offers gifts.

5
Sage Agni, be whom thou dost urge, in worship of the Gods, to wealth, With thine assistance winneth kine.

6
Riches with many heroes thou hast for the man who offers gifts: Lead thou us on to higher bliss.

7
Save us, O Jatavedas, nor abandon us to him who sins, Unto the evil-hearted man.

8
O Agni, let no godless man avert thy bounty as a God: Over all treasures thou art Lord.

9
So, Son of Strength, thou aidest us to what is great and excellent. Those, Vasu! Friend! who sing thy praise.

10
Let our songs come anear to him beauteous and bright with piercing flame Our offerings, with our homage, to the Lord of wealth, to him whom many praise, for help:

11
To Agni Jatavedas, to the Son of Strength, that he may give us precious gifts, Immortal, from of old Priest among mortal men, the most delightful in the house.

12
Agni, made yours by sacrifice, Agni, while holy rites advance; Agni, the first in songs, first with the warrior steed; Agni to win the land for us.

13
May Agni who is Lord of wealth vouchsafe us food for friendship sake. Agni we ever seek for seed and progeny, the Vasu who protects our lives.

14
Solicit with your chants, for help, Agni the God with piercing flame, For riches famous Agni, Purumilha and ye men! Agni to light our dwelling well.

15
Agni we laud that he may keep our foes afar, Agni to give us health and strength. Let him as Guardian be invoked in all the tribes, the lighter-up of glowing brands.

HYMN LXI. Agni.

1
PREPARE oblation: let him come; and let the minister serve again Who knows the ordering thereof,

2
Rejoicing in his friendship, let the priest be seated over man, Beside the shoot of active power.

3
Him, glowing bright beyond all thought, they seek among the race of man; With him for tongue they seize the food.

4
He hath inflamed the twofold plain: life giving, he hath climbed the wood, And with his tongue hath struck the rock.

5
Wandering here the radiant Calf finds none to fetter him, and seeks The Mother to declare his praise.

6
And now that great and mighty team, the team of horses that are his, And traces of his car, are seen.

7
The seven milk a single cow; the two set other five to work, On the stream's loud-resounding bank.

8
Entreated by Vivasvan's ten, Indra cast down the water-jar With threefold hammer from the sky.

9
Three times the newly-kindled flame proceeds around the sacrifice: The priests anoint it with the meath.

10
With reverence they drain the fount that circles with its wheel above, Exhaustless, with the mouth below.

11
The pressing-stones are set at work: the meath is poured into the tank, At the out-shedding of the fount.

12
Ye cows, protect the fount: the two Mighty Ones bless the sacrifice. The handles twain are wrought of gold.

13
Pour on the juice the ornament which reaches both the heaven and earth Supply the liquid to the Bull.

14
These know their own abiding-place: like calves beside the mother cows They meet together with their kin.

15
Devouring in their greedy jaws, they make sustaining food in heaven, To Indra, Agni light and prayer.

16
The Pious One milked out rich food, sustenance dealt in portions seven, Together with the Sun's seven rays.

17
I took some Soma when the Sun rose up, O Mitra, Varuna. That is the sick man's medicine.

18
From where oblations must be laid, which is the Well-beloved's home, He with his tongue hath compassed heaven.

HYMN LXII. Asvins.

1
ROUSE ye for him who keeps the Law, yoke your steeds, Aiyins, to your car Let your protecting help be near.

2
Come, Asvins, with your car more swift than is the twinkling of an eye Let your protecting help be near.

3
Asvins, ye overlaid with cold the fiery pit for Atri's sake: Let your protecting help be near.

4
Where are ye? whither are ye gone? whither, like falcons, have ye flown? Let your protecting help be near.

5
If ye at any time this day are listening to this my call, Let your protecting help be near.

6
The Asvins, first to hear our prayer, for closest kinship I approach: Let your protecting help be near.

7
For Atri ye, O Asvins, made a dwelling place to shield him well, Let your protecting help be near.

8
Ye warded off the fervent heat for Atri when he sweetly spake: Let your protecting help be near.

9
Erst Saptavadbri by his prayer obtained the trenchant edge of fire: Let your protecting help be near.

10
Come hither, O ye Lords of wealth, and listen to this call of mine: Let your protecting help be near.

11
What is this praise told forth of you as Elders in the ancient way? Let your protecting help be near.

12
One common brotherhood is yours, Asvins your kindred is the same: Let your protecting help be near.

13
This is your chariot, Asvins, which speeds through the regions, earth and heaven Let your protecting aid be near.

14
Approach ye hitherward to us with thousands both of steeds and kine: Let your protecting help be near.

15
Pass us not by, remember us with thousands both of kine and steeds: Let your protecting help be near.

16
The purple-tinted Dawn hath risen, and true to Law hath made the light Let your protecting help be near.

17
He looked upon the Asvins, as an axearmed man upon a tree: Let your protecting help be near.

18
By the black band encompassed round, break it down, bold one, like a fort. Let your protecting help be near.

HYMN LXIII. Agni.

1
EXERTING all our strength with thoughts of power we glorify in speech Agni your dear familiar Friend, the darling Guest in every home.

2
Whom, served with sacrificial oil like Mitra, men presenting gifts Eulogize with their songs of praise

3
Much-lauded Jatavedas, him who bears oblations up to heaven Prepared in service of the Gods.

4
To noblest Agni, Friend of man, best Vrtra-slayer, are we come, Him in whose presence Rksa's son, mighty Srutarvan, waxes great;

5
To deathless Jatavedas, meet for praise, adored, with sacred oil, Visible through the gloom o:f night

6
Even Agni whom these priestly men worship with sacrificial gifts, With lifted ladles offering them.

7
O Agni, this our newest hymn hath been addressed from us to thee, O cheerful Guest, well-born, most wise, worker of wonders, ne'er deceived.

8
Agni, may it be dear to thee, most grateful, and exceeding sweet: Grow mightier, eulogized therewith.

9
Splendid with splendours may it be, and in the battle with the foe Add loftier glory to thy fame.

10
Steed, cow, a lord of heroes, bright like Indra, who shall fill the car. Whose high renown ye celebrate, and people praise each glorious deed.

11
Thou whom Gopavana made glad with song, O Agni Angiras, Hear this my call, thou Holy One.

12
Thou whom the priestly folk implore to aid the gathering of the spoil, Such be thou in the fight with foes.

13
I, called to him who reels with joy, Srutarvan, Rksa's son, shall stroke The heads of four presented steeds, like the long wool of fleecy rams.

14
Four coursers with a splendid car, Savistha's horses, fleet of foot, Shall bring me to the sacred feast, as flying steeds brought Tugra's son.

15
The very truth do I declare to thee, Parusni, mighty flood. Waters! no man is there who gives more horses than Savistha gives.

HYMN LXIV. Agni.

1
YOKE, Agni, as a charioteer, thy steeds who best invite the Gods: As ancient Herald seat thyself.

2
And, God, as skilfullest of all, call for us hitherward the Gods: Give all our wishes sure effect.

3
For thou, Most Youthful, Son of Strength, thou to whom sacrifice is paid, Art holy, faithful to the Law.

4
This Agni, Lord of wealth and spoil hundredfold, thousandfold, is head And chief of riches and a Sage.

5
As craftsmen bend the felly, so bend at our general call: come nigh, Angiras, to the sacrifice.

6
Now, O Virupa, rouse for him, Strong God who shines at early morn, Fair praise with voice that ceases not.

7
With missile of this Agni, his who looks afar, will we lay low The thief in combat for the kine.

8
Let not the Companies of Gods fail us, like Dawns that float away, Like cows who leave the niggardly.

9
Let not the sinful tyranny of any fiercely hating foe Smite us, as billows smite a ship.

10
O Agni, God, the people sing reverent praise to thee for strength: With terrors trouble thou the foe.

11
Wilt thou not, Agni, lend us aid in winning cattle, winning wealth? Maker of room, make room for us.

12
In this great battle cast us not aside as one who bears a load: Snatch up the wealth and win it all.

13
O Agni, let this plague pursue and fright another and not us: Make our impetuous strength more strong.

14
The reverent or unwearied man whose holy labour he accepts, Him Agni favours with success.

15
Abandoning the foeman's host pass hither to this company: Assist the men with whom I stand.

16
As we have known thy gracious help, as of a Father, long ago, So now we pray to thee for bliss.

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