Atharva Veda · 634 of 724

HYMN LIII

HYMN LIII 1. Who knows what vital power he wins, drinking beside the    flowing juice?   This is the fair-cheeked God who, joying in the draught, breaks    down the castles in his strength. 2. As a wild elephant rushes on, this way and that way, mad with    heat.   None may restrain thee; yet come hither to the draught: thou    movest mighty in thy power. 3. When he, the mighty, ne’er o’erthrown, stedfast, made ready for    the fight.   When Indra, Bounteous Lord, lists to his praiser’s call, he will    not stand aloof, but come.