Atharva Veda · 658 of 724

HYMN LXXVII

HYMN LXXVII 1. Impetuous, true, let Maghavan come hither, and let his tawny    coursers speed to reach us.   For him have we pressed juice exceeding potent: here, praised    with song, let him effect his visit. 2. Unyoke, as at thy journey’s end, O Hero, to gladden thee to-day    at this libation.   Like Usanā, the priest a laud shall utter, a hymn to thee, the   Lord Divine, who markest. 3. When the Bull quaffing praises our libation, as a sage paying    holy rites in secret,   Seven singers here from heaven hath he begotten, who e’en by    day have wrought their works while singing. 4. When heaven’s fair light by hymns was made apparent. (they    made great splendour shine at break of morning),   He with his succour, best of heroes, scattered the blinding dark-    ness so that men saw clearly. 5. Indra, impetuous One, hath waxed immensely: he with his    vastness hath filled earth and heaven.   E’en beyond this his majesty extendeth who hath exceeded all    the worlds in greatness, 6. Sakra who knoweth well all human actions hath with his eager    friends let loose the waters.   They with their songs cleft e’en the mountain open, and willingly    disclosed the stall of cattle. 7. He smote away the flood’s obstructer Vritra: Earth conscious    lent her aid to speed thy thunder.   Thou sentest forth the waters of the ocean as Lord through    power and might, O daring Hero. 8. When, Much-invoked! the waters’ rock thou deftest, Saramā    showed herself and went before thee.   Hymned by Angirases, bursting the cowstalls, thou foundest    ample strength for us as leader.