Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1Come, sing we praise to Indra, friends! the Hero who deserves
the laud,
Him who with none to aid o'ercomes all tribes of men. p. 316
2To him who wins the kine, who keeps no cattle back, celestial
God,
Speak wondrous speech more sweet than butter and than mead.
3Whose hero powers are measureless, whose bounty ne'er may be
surpassed,
Whose liberality, like light, is over all.