Atharva Veda · 654 of 724

HYMN LXXIII

HYMN LXXIII 1. All these libations are for thee, O Hero: to thee I offer these    my prayers that strengthen.   Ever, in every place, must men invoke thee. 2. Never do men attain, O Wonder-worker, thy greatness, Mighty   One who must be lauded,   Nor, Indra, thine heroic power and bounty. 3. Bring to the Wise, the Great who waxeth mighty your offerings    and make ready your devotion:   To many clans he goeth, man’s Controller. 4. When, with the Princes, Maghavan, famed of old, comes nigh    the thunderbolt of gold and the Controller’s car   Which his two tawny coursers draw, then Indra is the Sovran   Lord of power whose fame spreads far and wide. 5. With him too is this rain of his that comes like herds: Indra    throws drops of moisture on his yellow beard.   When the sweet juice is shed he seeks the pleasant place, and    stirs the worshipper as the wind disturbs the wood. 6. We laud and praise his several deeds of valour who, fatherlike,.    with power hath made us stronger;   Who with his voice slew many thousand wicked ones who spake    in varied manner with contemptuous cries.