Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Praise, even as he is known, with song Indra the guardian of the
The Son of Truth, Lord of the brave.
2Hither his bay steeds have been sent, red steeds are on the sacred
Where we in concert sing our songs. p. 338
3For Indra thunder-armed the kine have yielded mingled milk
What time he found them in the vault.
4When I and Indra amount on high up to the bright One's place
We, having drunk of meath, will reach his seat whose Friends
5Sing, sing ye forth your songs of praise, ye Priyamedhas, sing
Yea, let young children sing their lauds: as a strong castle praise
6Now loudly let the viol sound, the lute send out its voice with
Shrill be the music of the string. To Indra is the hymn upraised.
7When hither speed the dappled cows, unflinching, easy to be
Seize quickly, as it bursts away, the Soma juice for Indra's
8Indra hath drunk; Agni hath drunk all Deities have drunk their
Here Varuna shall have his home, to whom the floods have sung
aloud as mother-kine unto their calves.
9Thou, Varuna, to whom belong the Seven Streams, art a glorious
The waters flow into thy throat as'twere a pipe with ample
10He who hath made the fleet steeds spring, well-harnessed, to the
He, the swift guide, is that fair form thot loosed the horses near
11Indra, the very mighty, holds his enemies in utter scorn.
He, far away, and yet a child, cleft the cloud smitten by his
12He, yet a boy exceeding small, mounted his newly-fashioned car.
He for his Mother and his Sire cooked the wild mighty buffalo.
13Lord of the Home, with beauteous cheeks, ascend thy chariot
wrought of gold.
We will attend the heavenly One; the thousand-footed, red of
hue, matchless, who blesses where he goes.
14With reverence they come hitherward to him as to a sovran lord, p. 339
That they may bring him near for this man's good success, to
prosper and bestow his gifts.
15The Priyamedhas have observed the offering of the men of old,
Of ancient custom, while they strewed the sacred grass and
spread their sacrificial food.
16He who as sovran Lord of men moves with his chariots
The Vritra-slayer, queller of all fighting hosts, preeminent, is
praised in song.
17Honour that Indra, Puruhanman! for his aid, in whose sustain-
ing hand of old.
The splendid bolt of thunder was deposited, as the great Sun
was set in heaven.
18No one by deed attains to him who works and strengthens
No, not by sacrifice, to Indra praised of all, resistless, daring,
bold in might;
19The potent Conqueror, invincible in war, him at whose birth
the mighty ones,
The kine who spread afar, sent their loud voices out, heavens,
earths sent their loud voices out.
20O Indra, if a hundred heavens and if a hundred earths were
No, not a thousand suns could match thee at thy birth, not
both the worlds, O Thunderer.
21Thou, Hero, hast performed thy hero deeds with might, yea, all
with strength, O Strongest One.
Maghavan, help us to a stable full of kine, O Thunderer, with