Atharva Veda · 651 of 724

HYMN LXX

HYMN LXX 1. Thou, Indra, with the Tempest-Gods, the breakers down of    what is firm,   Foundest the kine even in the cave. 2. Worshipping even as they list, singers laud him who findeth    wealth,   The far-renowned, the mighty One. 3. Then, faring on by Indra’s side, the fearless, let thyself be seen,.   Both gracious and in splendour peers. 4. With Indra’s well-beloved hosts, the blameless, tending heaven-    ward,   The sacrificer cries aloud. 5. Come from this place, O wanderer, or downward from the light    of heaven!   Our songs of praise all yearn for this. 6. Or Indra we implore for help from here, from heaven above the    earth,   Or from the spacious firmament. 7. Indra the singers with high praise, Indra reciters with their    lauds,   Indra the choirs have glorified. 8. Indra hath ever close to him his two bay steeds and word-yoked    car,   Indra the golden, Thunder-armed. 9. Indra hath raisedjthe Sun on high in heaven, that he may see    afar:   He burst the mountain for the kine. 10. Help us, O Indra, in the frays, yea, frays where thousand spoils    are gained,   With awful aids, O awful One. 11. In mighty battle we invoke, Indra, Indra in lesser fight,   The friend who bends his bolt at fiends. 12. Unclose, our manly Hero, thou for ever bounteous, yonder    cloud,   For us, thou irresistible. 13. Still higher, at each strain of mine, thunder-armed Indra’s,    praises rise:   I find no laud worthy of him. 14. Even as the bull drives on the herds, he drives the people with    his might,   The ruler irresistible: 15. Indra who rules with single sway men, riches, and the fivefold    race.   Of those who dwell upon the earth. 16. For your sake from each side we call Indra away from other    men:   Ours, and none others’, may he be. 17. Indra, bring wealth that gives delight, the victor’s ever-conquer-    ing wealth,   Most excellent, to be our aid; 18. By means of which we may repel our foes in battle hand to    hand.   By thee assisted with the car. 19. Aided by thee, the Thunder-armed, Indra; may we lit up the    bolt,   And conquer all our foes in fight. 20. With thee, O Indra, for ally, with missile-darting heroes may   We conquer our embattled foes.