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Book 20. Hymn 93

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

p. 340

Hymn Xciii

1May our hymns give thee great delight. Display thy bounty,

Thunderer.

Drive off the enemies of prayer.

2Crush with thy foot the niggard churls who bring no gifts.

Might art thou:

There is not one to equal thee.

3Thou art the Lord of Soma pressed, Soma unpressed is also

thine,

Thou art the Sovran of the folk.

4Swaying about the active Ones came nigh to Indra at his birth,

And shared his great heroic might.

5Based upon strength and victory and power, O Indra is thy

birth.

Thou, Mighty One, art strong indeed.

6Thou art the Vritra-slayer, thou, Indra, hast spread the

firmament:

Thou hast with might upheld the heavens.

7Thou, Indra, bearest in thine arms the lightning that accords

with thee,

Whetting thy thunderbolt with might.

8Thou, Indra, art pre-eminent over all creatures in thy strength:

Thou hast pervaded every place.
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