Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Drive all our enemies away, O Indra, the western, mighty Con-
queror, and the eastern,
Hero, drive off our northern foes and southern, that we in thy
wide shelter may be joyful.
2What then? As men whose fields are full of barley reap the ripe
corn removing it in order,
So bring the food of those men, bring it hither, who come not
to prepare the grass for worship.
3Men come not with one horse at sacred seasons; thus they
obtain no honour in assemblies.
Sages desiring herds of kine and horses strengthen the mighty
Indra for his friendship.
4Ye, Asvins, Lords of Splendour, drank full draughts of grateful
And aided Indra in his work with Namuchi of Asura birth.
5As parents aid a son, both Asvins, Indra, aided thee with their
wondrous powers and wisdom
When thou, with might, hadst drunk the draught that glad-
dens, Sarasvati, O Maghavan refreshed thee.
6Indra is strong to save, rich in assistance: may he, possessing
all, be kind and gracious.
May he disperse our foes and give us safety, and may we be the
lords of hero vigour.
7May we enjoy his favour, his the holy: may we enjoy his blessed
May this rich Indra, as our good protector, drive off and keep
afar all those who hate us.