Atharva Veda · 668 of 724

HYMN LXXXVII

HYMN LXXXVII 1. Priests, offer to the Lord of all the people the milked-out stalk    of Soma, radiant-coloured.   No wild bull knows his drinking-place like Indra who ever seeks    him who hath pressed the Soma. 2. Thou dost desire to drink, each day that passes, the pleasant    food which thou hast had aforetime.   O Indra, gratified in heart and spirit, drink eagerly the Soma set    before thee. 3. Thou, newly-born, for strength didst drink the Soma; thy    mother told thee of thy future greatness.   O Indra, thou hast filled mid-air’s wide region, and given the   Gods by battle room and freedom. 4. When thou hast urged the arrogant to combat, proud in their    strength of arm, we will subdue them.   Or, Indra, when thou fightest girt by heroes, we in the glorious    fray with thee will conquer. 5. I will declare the earliest deeds of Indra, and recent acts which   Maghavan hath accomplished.   When he had conquered godless wiles and magic, Soma became    his own entire possession. 6. Thine is this world of flocks and herds around thee, which with    the eye of Surya thou beholdest.   Thou, Indra, art alone the Lord of cattle: may we enjoy the    treasure which thou givest. 7. Ye twain are Lords of wealth in earth and heaven, thou, O   Brihaspati, and thou, O Indra .   Mean though he be, give wealth to him who lauds you. Preserve    us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.