YV 4.2l

Yajur Veda · translated by Arthur Berriedale Keith

g We call on thee, We poets, to gain the prize; Men call on thee, lord of heroes, O Indra, amongst foes, On thee in the racing of the horse. h If, O Indra, a hundred skies, A hundred earths were thine, Not a thousand suns could match thee at birth, Nor the two worlds. i Drink the Soma, O Indra; let it gladden thee, (The Soma) which for thee, O lord of bays, the stone Through the arms of the presser [3], like a horse well guided hath expressed. k With Indra may splendid feasts be ours, Rich in strength, Wherewith we may rejoice in food. l O Agni, thy pure. m With the light. n Thee, Jatavedas. o Seven bays in thy chariot Bear thee, O god Surya, With hair of light, O wise one. p The radiant countenance of the gods hath arisen, The eye of Mitra, Varuna, and Agni; He hath filled the sky, the earth, and the atmosphere; Surya is the soul of that which moveth and standeth [4]. q May the All-gods who further right, Who hearken to the call in due season, Find pleasure in this proper drink. r O ye All-gods, hear my invocation, Ye that are in the atmosphere, ye that are in the sky; Ye with Agni as your tongue, worthy of sacrifice, Sit on this strew and rejoice.

YV 4.2l · Yajur Veda

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