Book 20: Hymn 14

HYMN XIV

1We call on thee, O peerless One. We, seeking help, possessing
nothing firm ourselves,
Call on thee wonderful in fight.
2On thee for aid in sacrifice. This youth of ours, the bold, the
mighty, hath gone forth.
We, therefore, we thy friends, Indra, have chosen thee, free-
giver, as our guardian God.
3Him who of old hath brought to us this and that blessing, him
I magnify for you,
Even Indra, O my friends, for help:
4Borne by bay steeds, the Lord of heroes, ruling men, for it is he
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The Bounteous Lord bestows on us his worshippers hundreds of
cattle and of steeds.