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HYMN LVI

HYMN LVI 1. Indra, foe-slayer, hath been raised to joy and power by the men.   Him, verily, we invocate in battles whether great or small: be    he our aid in fights for spoil. 2. For, Hero, thou art like a host, art giver of abundant prey.   Strengthening even the feeble, thou aidest the sacrificer, thou    givest the worshipper ample wealth. 3. When war and battles are on foot, booty is laid before the bold. p. 310   Yoke thou thy wildly rushing Bays. Whom wilt thou slay and    whom enrich? Do thou, O Indra, make us rich, 4. He, righteous-hearted, at each time of rapture gives us herds of    kine.   Gather in both thy hands for us treasures of many hundred    sorts. Sharpen thou us, and bring us wealth. 5. Refresh thee, Hero, with the juice outpoured for bounty and    for strength.   We know thee Lord of ample store, to thee have sent our heart’s    desires: be therefore our protector thou. 6. These people, Indra, keep for thee all that is worthy of thy    choice.   Discover thou, as Lord, the wealth of men who offer up no    gifts: bring thou to us this wealth of theirs.