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a Thou art taken with a support; thee that sittest among men, that sittest in the wood, that sittest in
the world, I take acceptable to Indra this is thy birthplace; to Indra thee!
b Thou art taken with a support; thee that sittest in the waters, that sittest in the ghee, that sittest in
the sky, I take acceptable to Indra; this is thy birthplace; to Indra thee!
c Thou art taken with a support; thee that sittest on the earth, that sittest on the atmosphere, that
sittest on the vault, I take acceptable to Indra; this is thy birthplace; to Indra thee!
d The cups of the five folk,
Of which three are of highest birth,
(And for which) the divine cask [1] has been forced out
Of these that have no handles
The food and strength have I seized;
This is thy birthplace; to Indra thee!
e The sap of the waters, the vigorous,
The ray of the sun that has been gathered,
The sap of the sap of the waters,
That of you I take which is the best;
This is thy birthplace; to Indra thee!
f By this shape producing mighty deeds,
He is dread, a broad way for gain,
He hath come to the top, bearing sweetness,
What time he moved a body in his own body.
g Thou art taken with a support; agreeable to Prajapati I take thee
this is thy birthplace; to Prajapati thee!
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a The months, the woods,
The plants, the mountains,
The earth and sky in longing,
The waters, followed Indra on his birth.
b To thee hath been assigned for mighty power,
For ever, in the slaying of Vrtra,
All lordship, and all strength, O thou that art worthy of sacrifice
In the overcoming of man by the gods, O Indra,
c Indrani beyond other women
I have heard to be favoured with a spouse,
For never at any time [1]
Shall her husband die of old age.
d I have not joyed, O Indrani,
Without my friend Vrsakapi,
Whose oblation rich in water
Goeth dear to the gods.
e He who first born in his wisdom
A god, surpassed the gods in insight,
From whose breath the sky and earth recoiled,
In the greatness of his manhood, he, O ye men, is Indra.
f Hitherward be thy might with aid, O dread Indra,
What time the armies meet in combat,
And the arrow flieth from the arms of the strong men;
Let not thine [2] anger spread on every side.
g Destroy us not; bring and give to us
That plenteous bounty which thou hast to give to the pious man,
For this new gift, this song we have sung to thee;
Let us speak forth in praise of Indra.
h Bring it to us, let none intercept it;
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