Atharva Veda · 655 of 724

HYMN LXXIV

HYMN LXXIV 1. O Soma-drinker, ever true, utterly hopeless though we be,   Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,   In thousands, O most wealthy One. 2. O Lord of strength, whose jaws are strong, great deeds are thine,    the powerful:   Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,   In thousands, O most wealthy One. 3. Lull thou asleep, to wake no more, the pair who on each other    look:   Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,   In thousands, O most wealthy One. 4. Hero, let hostile spirits sleep, and every gentler Genius wake:   Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,   In thousands, O most wealthy One. 5. Destroy this ass, O Indra, who in tones discordant brays to    thee:   Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,   In thousands, O most wealthy One. 6. Far distant on the forest fall the tempest in a circling course;   Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,   In thousands, O most wealthy One. 7. Slay each reviler and destroy him who in secret injures us:   Do thou, O Indra, give us thope of beauteous horses and of    kine,   In thousands, O most wealthy One.