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1 3 2 0801a satyamitthā vṛṣedasi vṛṣajūtirno 'vitā .
1 3 2 0801c vṛṣā hyugra śṛṇviṣe parāvati vṛṣo arvāvati śrutaḥ .. 263
1 3 2 0802a yacchakrāsi parāvati yadarvāvati vṛtrahan .
1 3 2 0802c atastvā gīrbhirdyugadindra keśibhiḥ sutāvāṃ ā vivāsati .. 264
1 3 2 0803a abhi vo vīramandhaso madeṣu gāya girā mahā vicetasam .
1 3 2 0803c indraṃ nāma śrutyaṃ śākinaṃ vaco yathā .. 265
1 3 2 0804a indra tridhātu śaraṇaṃ trivarūthaṃ svastaye .
1 3 2 0804c chardiryaccha maghavadbhyaśca mahyaṃ ca yāvayā didyumebhyaḥ .. 266
1 3 2 0805a śrāyanta iva sūryaṃ viśvedindrasya bhakṣata .
1 3 2 0805c vasūni jāto janimānyojasā prati bhāgaṃ na dīdhimaḥ .. 267
1 3 2 0806a na sīmadeva āpa tadiṣaṃ dīrghāyo martyaḥ .
1 3 2 0806c etagvā cidyā etaśo yuyojata indro harī yuyojate .. 268
1 3 2 0807a ā no viśvāsu havyamindraṃ samatsu bhūṣata .
1 3 2 0807c upa brahmāṇi savanāni vṛtrahanparamajyā ṛcīṣama .. 269
1 3 2 0808a tavedindrāvamaṃ vasu tvaṃ puṣyasi madhyamam .
1 3 2 0808c satrā viśvasya paramasya rājasi na kiṣṭvā goṣu vṛṇvate .. 270
1 3 2 0809a kveyatha kvedasi purutrā ciddhi te manaḥ .
1 3 2 0809c alarṣi yudhma khajakṛtpurandara pra gāyatrā agāsiṣuḥ .. 271
1 3 2 0810a vayamenamidā hyopīpemeha vajriṇam .
1 3 2 0810c tasmā u adya savane sutaṃ bharā nūnaṃ bhūṣata śrute .. 272

Yea, verily thou art a Bull, our guardian, rushing like a bull:
Thou, mighty one, art celebrated as a Bull, famed as a Bull both near and far.

Whether, O Sakra, thou be far, or, Vritra-slayer, near at hand,
Thence by heaven-reaching songs he who bath pressed the juice invites thee with thy long-maned steeds.

In the wild raptures of the juice sing to your hero with high laud, to him the wise,
To Indra glorious in his name, the mighty one, even as the hymn alloweth it!

O Indra, give us for our weal a triple refuge, triply strong!
Bestow a dwelling-place on our rich lords and me, and keep thy dart afar from these!

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.

The godless mortal gaineth not this food, O thou whose life is long!
But one who yokes the bright-hued horses, Etasas; then Indra yokes his tawny steeds.

Draw near unto our Indra who must be invoked in every fight!
Come, thou most mighty Vritra-slayer, meet for praise, come to, libations and to hymns!

Thine, Indra, is the lowest wealth, thou cherishest the midmost wealth,
Thou ever rulest all the highest: in the fray for cattle none resisteth thee.

Where art thou? Whither art thou gone? For many a place attracts thy mind.
Haste, warrior, fort-destroyer, Lord of battle's din! haste, holy songs have sounded forth!

Here, verily, yesterday we let the thunder-wielder drink his fill.
Bring him the juice poured forth in sacrifice to-day. Now range you by the glorious one!

O Indra, turn us not away: be present with us at our feast
For thou art our protection, yea, thou art our kin: O Indra, turn us not away!