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HYMN XXVIII

A hymn to Bhava and Sarva 1. I Reverence you—mark this—Bhava and Sarva, ye under whose    control is this that shineth.   Lords of this world both quadruped and biped. Deliver us, ye    twain, from grief and trouble. 2. Lords of all near and even of what is distant, famed as the best    and skilfullest of archers,   Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye    twain, from grief and trouble. 3. Thousand-eyed foe-destroyers, I invoke you, still praising you    the strong, of wide dominion:   Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye    twain, from grief and trouble. 4. Ye who of old wrought many a deed in concert, and showed    among mankind unhappy omens;   Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye    twain, from grief and trouble. 5. Ye from the stroke of whose destroying weapon not one among    the Gods or men escapeth,   Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye    twain, from grief and trouble. 6. Hurl your bolt, strong Gods, at the Yātudhāna, him who makes    ready roots and deals in magic:   Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye    twain, from grief and trouble. 7. Comfort and aid us, ye strong Gods, in battles, at each Kimidin    send your bolt of thunder.   I, suppliant, praise and ever call on Bhav and Sarva. Set us free    from grief and trouble.