Book 20. Hymn 74

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

Hymn Lxxiv

1o Soma-drinker, ever true, utterly hopeless though we be,

Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,

In thousands, O most wealthy One.

2O Lord of strength, whose jaws are strong, great deeds are thine,

the powerful:

Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,

In thousands, O most wealthy One.

3Lull thou asleep, to wake no more, the pair who on each other

look:

Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,

In thousands, O most wealthy One. p. 325

4Hero, let hostile spirits sleep, and every gentler Genius wake:

Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,

In thousands, O most wealthy One.

5Destroy this ass, O Indra, who in tones discordant brays to

thee:

Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,

In thousands, O most wealthy One.

6Far distant on the forest fall the tempest in a circling course;

Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,

In thousands, O most wealthy One.

7Slay each reviler and destroy him who in secret injures us:

Do thou, O Indra, give us thope of beauteous horses and of

kine,

In thousands, O most wealthy One.