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Mandala III

HYMN XXXIII. Indra.

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Forth from the mountain’s breast, eager as two swift mares with loosened reins contesting, Like two bright mother cows that lick their calves, Vipāś and Sutudri rush down their waters.

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Driven by Indra, whom you pray to urge you, you move as if on chariots toward the ocean. Flowing together, swelling with your waves, O luminous Streams, each seeks the other.

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I have reached the most maternal River, we have approached Vipāś, the wide, the blessed. Licking as if their calf, the pair of Mothers flow onward to their common home together.

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We two whose waters rise and swell with billows move forward to the home that Gods have made us. Our tide cannot be stopped when urged to move. What singer calls to the Rivers?

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Stay a little at my friendly bidding, Holy Ones, a moment in your journey. With a sublime hymn, solicit your favor, Kuśika’s son has called to the River.

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Indra, who wields the thunder, dug our channels; he struck down Vṛtra, him who stayed our currents. Savitar, God, the lovely-handed, led us, and at his command we flow expanded.

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That heroic deed of Indra must be praised forever that he split Ahi in pieces. He shattered the obstructions with his thunder and eagerly flowed the waters.

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Never forget this word of yours, O singer, which future generations shall echo. In hymns, O bard, show us your loving kindness. Do not humble us among men. Honor be to thee!

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Listen quickly, Sisters, to the bard who comes to you from afar with carriage and wagon. Bow down low; make yourself easy to traverse, Rivers, with your floods beneath our axles.

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Yes, we will listen to your words, O singer. From far away, you come with carriage and wagon. Low, like a nursing mother, I will bend myself, and give myself to my lover.

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As soon as the Bharatas cross you, the warrior band, urged on and sped by Indra, Then let your streams flow on in rapid motion. I ask for your favor, deserving our worship.

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The warrior host, the Bharatas, crossed the singer won the favor of the Rivers. Swell with your waves, hasten, pour riches. Fill full your channels, and roll

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