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    Rig Veda

    Book 1, Hymn LIV. Indra

    1 URGE us not, Maghavan, to this distressful fight, for none may comprehend the limit of thy strength.
    Thou with fierce shout hast made the woods and rivers roar: did not men run in crowds together in their fear?

    2 Sing hymns of praise to Śakra, Lord of power and might; laud thou and magnify Indra who heareth thee,
    Who with his daring might, a Bull exceeding strong in strength, maketh him master of the heaven and earth.

    3 Sing forth to lofty Dyaus a strength-bestowing song, the Bold, whose resolute mind hath independent sway.
    High glory hath the Asura, compact of strength, drawn on by two Bay Steeds: a Bull, a Car is he.

    4 The ridges of the lofty heaven thou madest shake; thou, daring, of thyself smotest through Śambara,
    When bold with gladdening juice, thou warredst with thy bolt, sharp and two-edged, against the banded sorcerers.

    5 When with a roar that fills the woods, thou forcest down on wind's head the stores which Śuṣṇa kept confined,
    Who shall have power to stay thee firm and eager-souled from doing still this day what thou of old hast done?

    6 Thou helpest Narya, Turvaśa, and Yadu, and Vayya's son Turvīti, Śatakratu!
    Thou helpest horse and car in final battle thou breakest down the nine-and-ninety castles.

    7 A hero-lord is he, King of a mighty folk, who offers free oblations and promotes the Law,
    Who with a bounteous guerdon welcomes hymns of praise: for him flows down the abundant stream below the sky.

    8 His power is matchless, matchless is his wisdom; chief, through their work, be some who drink the Soma,
    Those, Indra, who increase the lordly power, the firm heroic strength of thee the Giver.

    9 Therefore for thee are these abundant beakers Indra's drink, stone-pressed juices held in ladles.
    Quaff them and satisfy therewith thy longing; then fix thy mind upon bestowing treasure.

    10 There darkness stood, the vault that stayed the waters’ flow: in Vṛtra's hollow side the rain-cloud lay concealed.
    But Indra smote the rivers which the obstructer stayed, flood following after flood, down steep declivities.

    11 So give us, Indra, bliss-increasing glory give us great sway and strength that conquers people.
    Preserve our wealthy patrons, save our princes; vouchsafe us wealth and food with noble offspring.




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