Atharvaveda · Sūkta 20.95
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20.95.1
त्रिकद्रुकेषु महिषो यवाशिरं तुविशुष्मस्तृपत्सोममपिबद्विष्णुना सुतं यथावशत् ।
स ईं ममाद महि कर्म कर्तवे महामुरुं सैनं सश्चद्देवो देवं सत्यमिन्द्रं सत्य इन्दुः ॥ २०.९५.१ ॥
Among the three Kadrū vessels the mighty Indra drank soma mixed with barley, pressed together with Viṣṇu, as he desired. He exulted to perform a great deed; the god met the god, the true Indra, the true drop of soma.
20.95.2
प्रो ष्वस्मै पुरोरथमिन्द्राय शूषमर्चत ।
अभीके चिदु लोककृत्संगे समत्सु वृत्रहास्माकं बोधि चोदिता नभन्तामन्यकेषां ज्याका अधि धन्वसु ॥ २०.९५.२ ॥
Sing a mighty hymn to Indra who drives the chariot in front. In close combat, in the clash and in the battles, O Indra, slayer of Vṛtra, awaken for us, O impeller. May the bowstrings of the others snap upon their bows.
20.95.3
त्वं सिन्धूंरवासृजोऽधराचो अहन्न् अहिम् ।
अशत्रुरिन्द्र जज्ञिषे विश्वं पुष्यसि वार्यं तं त्वा परि ष्वजामहे नभन्तामन्यकेषां ज्याका अधि धन्वसु ॥ २०.९५.३ ॥
You released the rivers flowing downward and slew the serpent. Unopposed Indra, you were born; you nourish all the choice things. Him, you, we embrace all around. May the bowstrings of the others snap upon their bows.
20.95.4
वि षु विश्वा अरातयोऽर्यो नशन्त नो धियः ।
अस्तासि शत्रवे वधं यो न इन्द्र जिघांसति या ते रातिर्ददिर्वसु ।
नभन्तामन्यकेषां ज्यका अधि धन्वसु ॥ २०.९५.४ ॥
May all our enemies and opponents, the hindrances to our thoughts, perish apart. Indra, you are the blow for the enemy who wishes to slay us; you are the giver of the wealth you bestow. May the bowstrings of the others snap upon their bows.