Atharva Veda · 628 of 724

HYMN XLVII

HYMN XLVII 1. We make this Indra show his strength, to strike the mighty   Vritra dead:   A vigorous Hero shall he be. 2. Indra was made for giving, most powerful, friendly in carouse,   Bright, meet for Soma, famed in song. 3. By song, as ’twere, the mighty bolt, which none may parry, was    prepared:   Lofty, invincible he grew. 10. They who stand round him as he moves harness the bright, the    ruddy Steed:   The lights are shining in the sky. 11. They yoke on both sides to the car the two bay coursers dear to    him,   Bold, tawny, bearers of the Chief. 12. Thou, making light where no light was, and form, O Men r    where no form was,   Wast born together with the Dawns, 13. His bright rays bear him up aloft, the God who knoweth all that=    is,   Sūrya, that every one may see. 14. The constellations pass away, like thieves, together with their-    beams,   Before the all-beholding Sun. 15. His herald rays are seen afar refulgent o’er the world of men,   Like fiery flames that burn and blaze. 16. Swift and all-beautiful art thou, O Sūrya, maker of the light.   Illuming all the radiant realm. 17. Thou guest to the troops of Gods, thou comest hither to man-    kind,   Hither, all light for us to see. 18. Thou with that eye of thine wherewith thou seest, brilliant.   Varuna,   The active one throughout mankind. 19. Pervadest heaven and wide mid-air, melting the days out with.    thy beams,   Sun, seeing all things that have birth. 20. Seven bay steeds, harnessed to thy car, bear thee, O.thou far-    seeing One,   God, Sūrya, thee with radiant hair. 21. Sūrya hath yoked the seven bright mares, the daughters of the    car: With these,   His own dear team, he travelleth.