Atharva Veda · 638 of 724

HYMN LVII

HYMN LVII 1. As a good cow to him who milks, we call the doer of fair deeds.   To our assistance day by day. 2. Come thou to our libations, drink of Soma, Soma-drinker thou!   The rich One's rapture giveth kine. 3. So may we be acquainted with thine innermost benevolence:   Neglect us not, come hitherward. 4. Drink for our help the Soma bright, vigilant, and exceeding    strong,   O Indra, Lord of Hundred Powers. 5. O Satakratu, powers which thou mid the Five Races hast dis-    played,   These, Indra, do I claim of thee. 6. Indra, great glory hast thou gained. Win splendid fame which    none may mar.   We make thy might perpetual. 7. Come to us either from anear, or, Sakra, come from far away.   Indra, wherever be thy home, come thence, O Caster of the   Stone. 8. Verily Indra, conquering all, driveth even mighty fear away.   For firm is he and swift to act. 9. Indra be gracious unto us: sin shall not reach us afterward,   And good shall be before us still. 10. From all the regions of the world let Indra send security.   The foe-subduer, swift to act. 14. We compass thee like waters, we whose grass in trimmed and   Soma pressed.   Here where the filter pours its stream thy worshippers round    thee, O Vritra-slayer, sit. 15. Men, Vasu, by the Soma with lauds call thee to the foremost    place.   When comest thou athirst unto the juice as home, O Indra, like    a bellowing bull? 16. Boldly, bold Hero, bring us spoil in thousands for the Kanvas'    sake.   O active Maghavan, with eager prayer we crave the yellow-hued    with store of kine.