Atharva Veda · 595 of 724

HYMN XIV

HYMN XIV 1. We call on thee, O peerless One. We, seeking help, possessing    nothing firm ourselves,   Call on thee wonderful in fight. 2. On thee for aid in sacrifice. This youth of ours, the bold, the    mighty, hath gone forth.   We, therefore, we thy friends, Indra, have chosen thee, free-    giver, as our guardian God. 3. Him who of old hath brought to us this and that blessing, him   I magnify for you,   Even Indra, O my friends, for help: 4. Borne by bay steeds, the Lord of heroes, ruling men, for it is he    who takes delight. p. 274   The Bounteous Lord bestows on us his worshippers hundreds of    cattle and of steeds.