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Book 20. Hymn 77

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

Hymn Lxxvii

1Impetuous, true, let Maghavan come hither, and let his tawny

coursers speed to reach us.

For him have we pressed juice exceeding potent: here, praised

with song, let him effect his visit.

2Unyoke, as at thy journey's end, O Hero, to gladden thee to-day

at this libation.

Like Usan, the priest a laud shall utter, a hymn to thee, the

Lord Divine, who markest. p. 328

3When the Bull quaffing praises our libation, as a sage paying

holy rites in secret,

Seven singers here from heaven hath he begotten, who e'en by

day have wrought their works while singing.

4When heaven's fair light by hymns was made apparent. (they

made great splendour shine at break of morning
),

He with his succour, best of heroes, scattered the blinding dark-

ness so that men saw clearly.

5Indra, impetuous One, hath waxed immensely: he with his

vastness hath filled earth and heaven.

E'en beyond this his majesty extendeth who hath exceeded all

the worlds in greatness,

6Sakra who knoweth well all human actions hath with his eager

friends let loose the waters.

They with their songs cleft e'en the mountain open, and willingly

disclosed the stall of cattle.

7He smote away the flood's obstructer Vritra: Earth conscious

lent her aid to speed thy thunder.

Thou sentest forth the waters of the ocean as Lord through

power and might, O daring Hero.

8When, Much-invoked! the waters' rock thou deftest, Saram

showed herself and went before thee.

Hymned by Angirases, bursting the cowstalls, thou foundest

ample strength for us as leader.
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