Atharva Veda · 641 of 724

HYMN LX

HYMN LX 1. For so thou art the hero’s Friend, a Warrior too art thou, and    strong:   So may thy heart be won to us. 2. So hath the offering; wealthiest Lord, been paid by all the    worshippers:   So dwell thou, Indra, even with me. 3. Be not thou, like a slothful priest, O Lord of wealth and spoil:    rejoice.   In the pressed Soma blent with milk. 4. So also is his excellence, great copious, rich in cattle, like   A ripe branch to the worshipper. 5. For verily thy mighty powers, Indra, are saving helps at once   Unto a worshipper like me. 6. So are his lovely gifts: let laud be said and praise to Indra sung.   That he may drink the Soma juice.