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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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