Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1Sūrya, thou mountest up to meet the Hero famous for his
wealth,
Who hurls the bolt and works for man:
2Him who with might of both his arms brake nine-and ninety
castles down,
Slew Vritra and smote Ahi dead.
3This Indra is our gracious Friend. He sends us in a full broad
stream
Riches in horses, kine, and corn.
4Indra, whom many laud, accept the strength-conferring Soma
juice.
Quaff, pour down drink that satisfies.