Rig Veda Mandal - 1 (Part - 1) HYMN 167. Indra and Maruts1 A THOUSAND are thy helps for us, O Indra: a thousand, Lord of Bays, thy choice refreshments. 2 May the most sapient Maruts, with protection, with best boons brought from lofty heaven, 3 Close to them clings one moving in seclusion, like a man's wife, like a spear carried rearward, 4 Far off the brilliant, never-weary Maruts cling to the young Maid as a joint possession. 5 When chose immortal Rodasi to follow- she with loose tresses and heroic spirit- 6 Upon their car the young men set the Maiden wedded to glory, mighty in assemblies, 7 I will declare the greatness of these Maruts, their real greatness, worthy to be lauded, 8 Mitra and Varuna they guard from censure: Aryaman too, discovers worthless sinners Firm things 9 None of us, Maruts, near or at a distance, hath ever reached the limit of your vigour. 10 May we this day be dearest friends of Indra, and let us call on him in fight to-morrow. 11 May this your laud, may this your song, O Maruts, sung by the poet, Mana's
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