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THE SAMA VEDA<br />
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3. Not for a moment only lasts thy bounty, Lord of many men:<br />
Our service therefore shalt thou gain.<br />
XXII Indra<br />
1. We call on thee, O matchless one. We, seeking help, possessing nothing firm ourselves.<br />
Call on thee, wondrous, thunder-armed:<br />
2. On thee for aid in sacrifice, This youth of ours, the bold, the terrible, bath gone forth.<br />
We therefore, we thy friends, Indra, have chosen thee, spoil winner, as our succourer.<br />
XXIII Indra<br />
1. So, Indra, friend of song, do we draw near to thee with longing; we have streamed to thee<br />
Coming like floods that follow floods.<br />
2. As rivers swell the ocean, so, hero, our prayers increase thy might,<br />
Though of thyself, O Thunderer, waxing day by day.<br />
3. With holy song they bind to the broad wide-yoked car the bay steeds of the quickening God,<br />
Bearers of Indra, yoked by word.<br />
CHAPTER II<br />
I Indra<br />
I. Invite ye Indra with a song to drink your draught of Soma juicel<br />
All-conquering Satakratu, most munificent of all who live!<br />
2. Lauded by many, much-invoked, leader of song renowned of old:<br />
His name is Indra, tell it forth!<br />
3. Indra, the dancer, be to us the giver of abundant wealth:<br />
The mighty bring it us knee-deep!<br />
II Indra<br />
1. Sing ye a song, to make him glad, to Indra, Lord of tawny steeds,<br />
The Soma-drinker, O my friends!<br />
2. To him, the bounteous, say the laud, and let us glorify, as men<br />
May do, the giver of true gifts!<br />
3. O Indra, Lord of boundless might, for us thou seekest spoil and kine,<br />
Thou seekest gold for us, good Lord!<br />
III Indra<br />
1. This, even this, O Indra, we implore: as thy devoted friends,<br />
The Kanvas praise thee with their hymns.<br />
2. Naught else, O Thunderer, have I praised in the skilled singer's eulogy;<br />
On thy laud only have I thought.<br />
3. The Gods seek him who presses out the Soma; they desire not sleep:<br />
They punish sloth unweariedly<br />
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