Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1To him most liberal, lofty Lord of lofty wealth, verily powerful
and strong, I bring my hymn,
Whose checkless bounty, as of waters down a slope, is spread
abroad for all that live, to give them strength.
2Now all this world, for worship, shall come after thee—the
offerer's libations like descending floods,
When the well-loved one seems to rest upon the hill, the thun-
derbolt of Indra, shatterer wrought of gold.
3To him the terrible, most worthy of high praise, like radiant
Dawn, bring gifts with reverence in this rite,
Whose being, for renown, yea, Indra-power and light, have been
created, like bay steeds, to move with speed.
4Thine, Indra, praised by many excellently rich! are we who
trusting in thy help draw near to thee.
Lover of praise, none else but thou receives our laud: as Earth
loves all her creatures, love thou this our hymn.
5Great is thy power, O Indra, we are thine. Fulfil, O Maghavan,
the wish of this thy worshipper.
After thee lofty heaven hath measured out its strength to thee
and to thy power this earth hath bowed itself.
6Thou, who hast thunder for thy weapon, with thy bolt hast
shattered into pieces this broad massive cloud.
Thou hast sent down obstructed floods that they may flow: thou
hast, thine own for ever, all victorious might.