Atharva Veda · 639 of 724

HYMN LVIII

HYMN LVIII 1. Turning, as ’twere, to meet the Sun, enjoy from Indra all good    things.   When he who will be born is born with power we look to    treasures as our heritage. 2. Praise him who sends us wealth, whose bounties injure none.   Good are the gifts which Indra gives.   He is not wroth with one who satisfies his wish: he turns his    mind to granting boons. 3. Verily, Sūrya, thou art great; truly, Āditya, thou art great.   As thou art great indeed thy greatness is admired: yea, verily,    great art thou, O God. 4. Yea, Sūrya, thou art great in fame: thou evermore, O God,    art great.   By greatness thou art President of Gods, divine, far-spread,    inviolable light.