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1. So, Indra, friend of song, do we draw near to thee with longing; we have streamed to theeComing like floods that follow floods.
2. As rivers swell the ocean, so, hero, our prayers increase thy might,Though of thyself, O Thunderer, waxing day by day.
3. With holy song they bind to the broad wide-yoked car the bay steeds of the quickening God,Bearers of Indra, yoked by word.