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HYMN LXXII

HYMN LXXII 1. In all libations men with hero spirit urge thee, Universal, One,    each seeking several light, each fain to win the light apart.   Thee, furthering like a ship, will we set to the chariot pole of    strength,   As men who win with sacrifices Indra's thought, men who win   Indra with their lauds. 2. Couples desirous of thine aid are storming thee, pouring their    presents forth to win a stall of kine, pouring gifts, Indra,    seeking thee.   When two men seeking spoil or heaven thou bringest face to    face in war,   Thou showest Indra, then the bolt thy constant friend, the bull    that ever waits on thee, 3. Also this morn may he be well inclined to us, mark at our call    our offerings and our song of praise, our call that we may win    the light.   As thou, O Indra Thunder-armed, wilt, as the Strong One,    slay the foe,   Listen, thou to the prayer of me a later sage, hear thou a later    sage's prayer.