Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Who knows what vital power he wins, drinking beside the
This is the fair-cheeked God who, joying in the draught, breaks
down the castles in his strength.
2As a wild elephant rushes on, this way and that way, mad with
None may restrain thee; yet come hither to the draught: thou
movest mighty in thy power.
3When he, the mighty, ne'er o'erthrown, stedfast, made ready for
When Indra, Bounteous Lord, lists to his praiser's call, he will
not stand aloof, but come.