Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1Couples desirous of thine aid are storming thee, pouring their
presents forth to win a stall of king pouring gifts, Indra,
seeking thee.
When two men seeking spoil or heaven thou bringest face to
face in war,
Thou showest, Indra, then the bolt, thy constant friend, the bull
that ever waits on thee.
2This thine heroic power full well the people knew, wherewith
thou brakest down, Indra, autumnal forts, brakest them down
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Thou hast chastised. O Indra, Lord of strength, the man who
worships not,
And made thine own this great earth and these water-floods,
with joyous heart these water-floods.
3And they have bruited far this hero might, when thou, O Strong
One, in thy joy helpest thy suppliants who sought to win thee
for their Friend.
Their battle-cry thou madest sound victorious in the shocks of
war.
One stream after another have they gained from thee, eager for
glory have they gained.