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Rig Veda
Mandal - 1 (Part - 1)
HYMN 6 Indra
- They who stand round him as he moves harness the bright, the ruddy Steed
The lights are shining in the sky.
- On both sides to the car they yoke the two bay coursers dear to him,
Bold, tawny, bearers of the Chief.
- Thou, making light where no light was, and form, O men: where form was not,
Wast born together with the Dawns.
- Thereafter they, as is their wont, threw off the state of babes unborn,
Assuming sacrificial names.
- Thou, Indra, with the Tempest-Gods, the breakers down of what is firm,
Foundest the kine even in the cave.
- Worshipping even as they list, singers laud him who findeth wealth,
The far-renowned, the mighty One.
- Mayest thou verily be seen coming by fearless Indra's side:
Both joyous, equal in your sheen.
- With Indra's well beloved hosts, the blameless, hastening to heaven,
The sacrificer cries aloud.
- Come from this place, O Wanderer, or downward from the light of heaven:
Our songs of praise all yearn for this.
- Indra we seek to give us help, from here, from heaven above the earth,
Or from the spacious firmament.
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