Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Indra, be gracious, drive thou forth, come, Hero, with thy two
Taste the libation, hither, enjoying meath and the hymn, come,
fair, to the banquet.
2O Indra, even as one athirst, fill thee with meath as 'twere from
Sweet-toned, the raptures of this juice have come to thee as to
3Swift-conquering Indra, Mitra like, smote, as a Yati, Vritra
Like Bhrigu he cleft Vala through, and quelled his foes in Soma's
4O Indra, let the juices enter thee. Fill full thy belly, sate thee,
mighty one! Let the hymn bring thee.
Hear thou my call, accept the song I sing, here, Indra, with thy
friends enjoy thyself, to height of rapture.
5Now will I tell the manly deeds of Indra, the first that he
achieved, the thunder-wielder.
He slew the Dragon, then disclosed the waters, and cleft the
channels of the mountain torrents.
6He slew the Dragon lying on the mountain: his heavenly bolt of
thunder Tvashtar fashioned.
Like lowing kine in rapid flow descending the waters glided
downward to the ocean.
7Impetuous as a bull he chose the Soma, and quaffed the juices
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Maghavan grasped the thunder for his weapon, and smote to
death this first-born of the dragons.