Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1For so thou art the hero's Friend, a Warrior too art thou, and
So may thy heart be won to us.
2So hath the offering; wealthiest Lord, been paid by all the
So dwell thou, Indra, even with me.
3Be not thou, like a slothful priest, O Lord of wealth and spoil:
In the pressed Soma blent with milk.
4So also is his excellence, great copious, rich in cattle, like
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5For verily thy mighty powers, Indra, are saving helps at once
Unto a worshipper like me.
6So are his lovely gifts: let laud be said and praise to Indra sung.
That he may drink the Soma juice.