Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
5To Indra sing a Sāman, sing to the high Sage a lofty song,
To him who keeps the Law, inspired and fain for praise.
6Thou, Indra, art preeminent: thou gavest splendour to the Sun.
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7Radiant with light thou wentest to the sky, the luminous realms:
of heaven.
The Gods, O Indra, strove to win thee for their friend.
8Sing forth to him whom many men invoke, to him whom many
laud:
Invite the potent Indra with your songs of praise;
9Whose lofty might—for doubly strong is he—supports the
heaven and earth,
And hills and plains and floods and light with manly power.
10Such, praised by many! thou art King. Alone thou smitest foe-
men dead,
To gain, O Indra, spoils of war and high renown.