Atharva Veda · 596 of 724

HYMN XV

HYMN XV 1. To him most liberal, lofty Lord of lofty wealth, verily powerful    and strong, I bring my hymn,   Whose checkless bounty, as of waters down a slope, is spread    abroad for all that live, to give them strength. 2. Now all this world, for worship, shall come after thee—the    offerer’s libations like descending floods,   When the well-loved one seems to rest upon the hill, the thun-    derbolt of Indra, shatterer wrought of gold. 3. To him the terrible, most worthy of high praise, like radiant   Dawn, bring gifts with reverence in this rite,   Whose being, for renown, yea, Indra-power and light, have been    created, like bay steeds, to move with speed. 4. Thine, Indra, praised by many excellently rich! are we who    trusting in thy help draw near to thee.   Lover of praise, none else but thou receives our laud: as Earth    loves all her creatures, love thou this our hymn. 5. Great is thy power, O Indra, we are thine. Fulfil, O Maghavan,    the wish of this thy worshipper.   After thee lofty heaven hath measured out its strength to thee    and to thy power this earth hath bowed itself. 6. Thou, who hast thunder for thy weapon, with thy bolt hast    shattered into pieces this broad massive cloud.   Thou hast sent down obstructed floods that they may flow: thou    hast, thine own for ever, all victorious might.