Book 20. Hymn 69

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"Hymns of the Atharva Veda", by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895],

p. 319

Hymn Lxix

1May he stand by us in our need and in abundance for our

wealth:

With riches may he come to us;

2Whose pair of tawny horses yoked in battles foemen challenge

not:

To him, to Indra, sing your song.

3Nigh to the Soma-drinker come, for his enjoyment, these bright

drops,

The Somas mingled with the curd.

4Thou, grown at once to perfect strength, wast born to drink the

Soma juice, strong Indra, for preeminence.

5O Indra, lover of the song, may these quick Somas enter thee:

May they bring bliss to thee the Sage.

06. O Lord of Hundred Powers, our chants of praise and lauds have

strengthened thee:

So strengthen thee the songs we sing!

7Indra, whose succour never fails, accept this treasure thousand-

fold,

Wherein all manly powers abide.

8O Indra, thou who lovest song, let no man hurt our bodies,

keep.

Slaughter far from us, for thou canst.

12Thereafter they, as is their wont, threw off the state of babes

urborn,

Taking their sacrificial name.