Hymn 85 | Sacred Texts Archive

Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com

HYMN LXXXV

1Glorify naught besides, O friends; so shall no sorrow trouble
   you.
  Praise only mighty Indra when the juice is shed, and say your
   lauds repeatedly:
2Even him, eternal, like a bull who rushes down, men's con-
   queror, bounteous like a cow;
  Him who is cause of both, of enmity and peace, to both sides
   most munificent.
3Although these men in sundry ways invoke thee to obtain thine
   aid.
  Be this our prayer, addressed, O Indra, unto thee, thine exalta-
   tion every day.
4Those skilled in song, O Maghavan, among these men o'ercome
   with might the foeman's songs,
  Come hither, bring us strength in many a varied form most near
   that it may succour us.