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MANDALA I, HYMN 165.
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men for me, for Indra, for the joyful hero, as friends for a friend, for your own sake, and by your own efforts
Indra speaks:
12. Truly, there they are, shining towards me, bringing blameless glory, bringing food. O Maruts, wherever I have looked for you, you have appeared to me in bright splendour: appear to me also now!
The Epilogue.
The Epile The sacrificer speaks:
13. Who has magnified you here, O Maruts ? Come hither, O friends, towards your friends. Ye brilliant Maruts, welcoming these prayers, be mindful? of these my rites.
14. The wisdom of Mânya has brought us hither, that he should help as the poet helps the performer of a sacrifice!: turn hither quickly?! Maruts, on to the sage! the singer has recited these prayers for you.
15. May this your praise, O Maruts, this song of Mândârya, the son of Mâna', the poet, bring offspring 2 for ourselves with food. May we have an invigorating autumn, with quickening rain.
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