Atharva Veda · 139 of 724

HYMN II

A glorification of Indra 1. In all the worlds That was the best and highest whence sprang    the Mighty One of splendid valour.   As soon as born he overcomes his foemen, when those rejoice in    him who bring him succour. 2. Grown mighty in his strength, with ample vigour, he as a foe    strikes fear into the Dāsa,   Eager to win the breathing and the breathless: All sang thy    praise at banquet and oblation. 3. All 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. 4. If verily in every war the sages joy and exult in thee who win-    nest treasures,   With mightier power, strong God, extend thy firmness: let not    malevolent Kaokas harm thee. 5. Proudly 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. 6. Thou in that house, the highest or the lowest, which thy protec-    tion guards, bestowest riches.   Establish ye the ever-wandering mother, and bring full many    deeds to their completion. 7. Praise in the height Him who hath many pathways, courageous,    strongest, Aptya of the Aptyas   Through strength he shows himself of ample power: pattern of   Prithivī, he fights and conquers. 8. Brihaddiva, the foremost of light-winners, hath made these holy    prayers, this strength for Indra.   Free Lord, he rules the mighty fold of cattle, winning, aglow,    even all the billowy waters. 9. Thus hath Brihaddiva, the great Atharvan, spoken to Indra as    himself in person.   Two sisters free from stain, the Mātarivans, with power impel    him onward and exalt him.