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Mandala X

HYMN XXVII. Indra.

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THIS, singer, is my firm determination, to aid the worshipper who pours the Soma.

I slay the man who brings no milk-oblation, unrighteous, powerful, the truth’s perverter.

Then I will, when leading my friends to battle against the radiant persons of the godless,

Prepare for you at home a vigorous bullock, and pour for you the fifteen-fold strong juices.

I know not him who says and declares that he has slain the godless in battle.

Soon as they see the furious combat raging, men speak forth praises of my vigorous horses.

While yet my deeds of might were unrecorded, all passed for Maghavans though I existed.

The potent one who dwelt in peace I conquered, grasped by the foot and slew him on the mountain.

None hinder me in mine heroic exploits, no, not the mountains when I will and purpose.

Even the deaf will tremble at my roaring, and every day will dust be agitated.

To see the Indra-less oblation-drinkers, mean offerers, overtaken by destruction!

Then shall the fellies of my chariot pass over those who have blamed my joyful friend and scorned him.

Thou wast, thou grewst to full vital vigour: an earlier saw, a later one shall see thee.

Two canopies, as it were, are round about him who reaches to the limit of this region.

The freed kine eat the barley of the pious. I saw them as they wandered with the herdsman.

The calling of the pious rang around them. What portion will these kine afford their owner?

When we who cat the grass of men are gathered, I am with barley-eaters in the corn-land.

There shall the captor yoke the yokeless bullock, and he who hath been yoked seek one to loose him.

There wilt thou hold as true my spoken purpose, to bring together quadrupeds and bipeds.

I will divide, without a fight, his riches who warreth here, against the Bull, with women.

When a man’s daughter hath been ever eyeless, who, knowing, will be wroth with her for blindness?

Which of the two will loose on him his anger—the man who leads her home or he who woos her?

How many a maid is pleasing to the suitor who fain would marry for her splendid riches?

If the girl be both good and fair of feature, she finds, herself,

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