Atharva Veda · 642 of 724

HYMN LXI

HYMN LXI 1. We sing this strong and wild delight of thine which conquers in    the fray,   Which, Caster of the Stone, gives room and shine like gold. 2. Wherewith thou also foundest lights for Āyu and for Manu's    sake:   Now joying in!!this sacred grass thou beamest forth. 3. This day to singers of the hymn praise, as of old, this, might of    thine.   Win thou the waters, day by day, thralls of the strong. 4. Sing forth to him whom many men invoke, to him whom many    laud:   Invite the potent Indra with your songs of praise; 5. Whose lofty might—for doubly strong is he—supports the    heaven and earth.   And hills and plains and floods and light with manly power. 6. Such, praised by many! thou art King: alone thou smitest foe-    men dead,   To gain, O Indra, spoils of war and high renown.