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Book 20. Hymn 107

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

Hymn Cvii

1Before his hot displeasure all the peoples, all the men bow

down,

As rivers bend them to the sea.

2This power of his shone brightly forth when Indra brought to-

gether like

A skin the worlds of earth and heaven.

3The fiercely-moving Vritra's head he severed with his thunder-

bolt,

His hundred-knotted thunderbolt.

4In all the worlds That was the best and highest whence sprang

the mighty God, of splendid valour.

As soon as born he overcomes his foemen, he in whom all who

lend him aid are joyful.

5Grown mighty in his strength, with ample vigour, he as a foe

strikes fear into the Dsa,

Eager to win the breathing and the breathless. All sang thy

praise at banquet and oblation.

6All concentrate on thee their mental vigour, what time these,

twice or thrice, are thine assistants.

Blend what is sweeter than the sweet with sweetness: win quickly

with our meath that meath in battle.

7Therefore in thee too, thou who winnest riches, at every banquet

are the sages joyful

With mighter power, bold God, extend thy firmness: let not

malignant Ytudhnas harm thee.

8Proudly we put our trust in thee in battles, when we behold great

wealth the prize of combat.

I with my words impel thy weapons onward, and sharpen with

my prayer thy vital vigour.

9Worthy of praises many-shaped, most skilful, most energetic,

ptya of the Aptyas: p. 351

He with his might destroys the seven Dnus, subduing many

who were deemed his equals.

10Thou in that house which thy protection guardedh bestowest-

wealth, the higher and the lower.

Thou stablishest the two much-wandering Mothers, and bringest

many deeds to their completion.

11Brihaddiva, the foremost of light-winners, repeasts these holy

prayers, this strength to Indra.

He rules the great self-luminous fold of cattle, and all the doors

of light hath he thrown open.

12Thou hath Brihaddiva the great Atharvan, spoken to Indra as

himself in person.

The Mtarisvars, the spotless sisters, with power exalt him and

impel him onward.

13Bright, Presence of the Gods, the luminous herald, Siirya hath

mounted the celestial regions.

Day's maker, he hath shone away the darkness, and radiant

passed o'er places hard to traverse.

14The brilliant Presence of the Gods hath risen, the eye of Mitra,

Varuna, and Agni.

The soul of all that moveth not or moveth, Srya hath filled the

earth and air and heaven.

15Even as a lover followeth a maiden, so doth the Sun the Dawn,

refulgent Goddess:

Where pious men extend their generations before the Gracious

One for happy fortune.
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