Atharva Veda · 649 of 724

HYMN LXVIII

HYMN LXVIII 4. Go to the wise unconquered One, ask thou of Indra, skilled in    song,   Him who is better than thy friends. 5. Whether the men who mock us say, Depart unto another place,   Ye who serve Indra and none else; 6. Or whether, God of wondrous deeds, all our true people call us    blest,   Still may we dwell in Indra’s care. 7. Unto the swift One bring the swift, man-cheering, grace of    sacrifice.   That to the Friend gives wings and joy. 8. Thou, Satakratu, drankest this and wast the Vritras’ slayer;    thou.   Helpest the warrior in the fray. 9. We strengthen, Satakratu, thee, yea, thee the powerfull in fight,   That, Indra, we may win us wealth. 10. To him the mighty stream of wealth, prompt Friend of him who    pours the juice,   Yea, to this Indra sing your song. 41. O come ye hither, sit ye down: to Indra sing ye forth your    song,   Companions, bringing hymns of praise. 12. To him the richest of the rich, the Lord of treasures excellent,   Indra, with Soma juice outpoured.