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STONE-DARTER Indra. Wondrous One, what wealth is richly given from thee, That bounty, Treasure-Finder! bring filling both thy hands, to us.
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Bring what thou deemest worth the wish, O Indra, that which is in heaven. So may we know thee as thou art, boundless in thy munificence.
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Thy lofty spirit, far-renowned as eager to give and quick to win— With this thou rendest even the firm, Stone-Darter! so to gain thee strength.
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Singers with many songs have made Indra propitious to their fame, Him who is King of human kind, most liberal of your wealthy ones.
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To him, to Indra must be sung the poet’s word, the hymn of praise. To him, accepter of the prayer, the Atris raise their songs on high, the Atris beautify their songs.