Atharva Veda · 645 of 724

HYMN LXIV

HYMN LXIV 1. Come unto us, O Indra, dear, still conquering, unconcealable,   Vast as a mountain spread on all sides, Lord of heaven. 2. O truthful Soma-drinker, thou art mightier than both the    worlds.   Thou strengthenest him who pours libation, Lord of heaven. 3. For thou art, he, O Indra, who stormest all castles of the foe,   Slayer of Dasyus, man’s supporter, Lord of heaven. 4. O ministering priest, pour out of the sweet juice what gladdens    most.   So is the Hero praised who ever prospers us. 5. Indra whom tawny coursers bear, praise such a thine,.    preeminent   None by his power or by his goodness hath attained 6. We seeking glory, have invoked this Master of all power and’    might.   Who must be glorified by constant sacrifice.