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HYMN XXXVI

HYMN XXXVI 1. With these my hymns I glorify that Indra who is alone to be    invoked by mortals. p. 296   The Lord, the Mighty One, of manly vigour, victorious, Hero,    true, and full of wisdom. 2. Our ancient sires, Navagvas, sages seven, while urging him to    show his might, extolled him,   Dweller on heights, swift smiting down opponents, guileless in    word, and in his thoughts most mighty. 3. We seek that Indra to obtain his riches that yield much food,    and men, and store of heroes.   O Lord of Bay Steeds, bring to make us joyful, celestial wealth    abundant, undecaying. 4. Declare to us—if at thy hand aforetime the earlier singers have    obtained good fortune   What is thy share and portion, strong Subduer, Asura-slayer,    rich, invoked of many? 5. He who for car-borne, thunder-wielding Indra, hath a hymn,    craving deeply-piercing, fluent,   Who sends a song effectual, firmly-grasping, and strength-    bestowing, he comes near the mighty. 6. Strong of thyself! thou with this art hast shattered with thought-    swift Parvata, him who waxed against thee;   And, Mightiest! rager! boldly rent in pieces things that were    firmly fixed and never shaken.. 7. Him will we fit for you with new devotion, the strongest,   Ancient One, in ancient manner.   So way that Indra, boundless, faithful leader, conduct us o’er all    places hard to traverse. 8. Thou for the people who oppress hast kindled the earthly firma-    ment and that of heaven.   With heat, O Bull, on every side consume them heat earth and    flood for him who hates devotion: 9. Of all the heavenly folk, of earthly creatures, thou art the King,   O God of splendid aspect.   In thy right hand, O Indra, grasp the thunder: Eternal! thou    destroyest all enchantments. 10. Give us confirmed prosperity, O Indra, vast and exhaustless for    the foes’ subduing.   Strengthen therewith the Arya’s hate and Dāsa’s; and let the    arms of Nahushas be mighty. 11. Come with thy teams which bring all blessings, hither, disposer,    much-invoked, exceeding holy! p. 297   Come to me swiftly with these teams of coursers, these which    no fiend, no God may stay or hinder.