Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Glorify naught besides, O friends; so shall no sorrow trouble
Praise only mighty Indra when the juice is shed, and say your
2Even him, eternal, like a bull who rushes down, men's con-
queror, bounteous like a cow;
Him who is cause of both, of enmity and peace, to both sides
3Although these men in sundry ways invoke thee to obtain thine
Be this our prayer, addressed, O Indra, unto thee, thine exalta-
tion every day.
4Those skilled in song, O Maghavan, among these men o'ercome
with might the foeman's songs,
Come hither, bring us strength in many a varied form most near
that it may succour us.