HYMN LXVII

A charm for the destruction and plunder of enemies

Indra and Pushan have gone forth along the ways on every side.
To-day those hosts of enemies must flee bewildered far away.
Ye foes, come hitherward dismayed like serpents when their
heads are gone.
Let Indra slay each bravest one of you whom Agni hath con-
fused.
Gird thou a bullock's hide on these, make those as timid as the
deer.
Let the foe flee away, and let his kine come hither-ward to us.