Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1We make this Indra show his strength, to strike the mighty
Vritra dead:
A vigorous Hero shall he be.
2Indra was made for giving, most powerful, friendly in carouse,
Bright, meet for Soma, famed in song. p. 304
3By song, as 'twere, the mighty bolt, which none may parry, was
prepared:
Lofty, invincible he grew.
10They who stand round him as he moves harness the bright, the
ruddy Steed:
The lights are shining in the sky.
11They yoke on both sides to the car the two bay coursers dear to
him,
Bold, tawny, bearers of the Chief.
12Thou, making light where no light was, and form, O Men r
where no form was,
Wast born together with the Dawns,
13His bright rays bear him up aloft, the God who knoweth all that=
is,
Sūrya, that every one may see.
14The constellations pass away, like thieves, together with their-
beams,
Before the all-beholding Sun.
15His herald rays are seen afar refulgent o'er the world of men,
Like fiery flames that burn and blaze.
16Swift and all-beautiful art thou, O Sūrya, maker of the light.
Illuming all the radiant realm.
17Thou guest to the troops of Gods, thou comest hither to man-
kind,
Hither, all light for us to see.
18Thou with that eye of thine wherewith thou seest, brilliant.
Varuna,
The active one throughout mankind.
19Pervadest heaven and wide mid-air, melting the days out with.
thy beams,
Sun, seeing all things that have birth.
20Seven bay steeds, harnessed to thy car, bear thee, O.thou far-
seeing One,
God, Sūrya, thee with radiant hair.
21Sūrya hath yoked the seven bright mares, the daughters of the
car: With these,
His own dear team, he travelleth.