Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1Glorify naught besides, O friends; so shall no sorrow trouble
you.
Praise only mighty Indra when the juice is shed, and say your
lauds repeatedly:
2Even him, eternal, like a bull who rushes down, men's con-
queror, bounteous like a cow;
Him who is cause of both, of enmity and peace, to both sides
most munificent.
3Although these men in sundry ways invoke thee to obtain thine
aid.
Be this our prayer, addressed, O Indra, unto thee, thine exalta-
tion every day.
4Those skilled in song, O Maghavan, among these men o'ercome
with might the foeman's songs,
Come hither, bring us strength in many a varied form most near
that it may succour us.