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1 COME hither, Indra, with Bay Steeds, joyous, with tails like peacocks' plumes. Let no men cheek thy course as fowlers stay the bird: pass o’er them as o’er desert lands.

vr̥trakhādó valaṃrujáḥ purā́ṃ darmó apā́m ajáḥ |
sthā́tā ráthasya háriyor abhisvará índro dr̥̄ḷhā́+ cid ārujáḥ ||

2 He who slew Vṛtra, burst the cloud, brake the strongholds and drave the floods, Indra who mounts his chariot at his Bay Steeds' cry, shatters e’en things that stand most firm.

gambhīrā́m̐ udadhī́m̐r iva krátum puṣyasi gā́ iva |
prá sugopā́ yávasaṃ dhenávo yathā hradáṃ kulyā́ ivāśata ||

3 Like pools of water deep and full, like kine thou cherishest thy might; Like the milch-cows that go well-guarded to the mead, like water-brooks that reach the lake.

ā́ nas tújaṃ rayím bhara áṃśaṃ ná pratijānaté |
vr̥kṣám pakvám phálam aṅkī́va dhūnuhi índra sampā́raṇaṃ vásu ||

4 Bring thou us wealth with power to strike, our share, 'gainst him who calls it his. Shake, Indra, as with hooks, the tree for ripened fruit, for wealth to satisfy our wish.

svayúr indra svarā́ḷ asi smáddiṣṭiḥ sváyaśastaraḥ |
sá vāvr̥dhāná ójasā puruṣṭuta bhávā naḥ suśrávastamaḥ ||

5 Indra, self-ruling Lord art thou, good Leader, of most glorious fame. So, waxen in thy strength, O thou whom many praise, be thou most swift to hear our call.

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