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Post by Anne Terri on Sept 26, 2011 12:41:49 GMT 1
RIGVEDA - BOOK 7- HYMN XXXI. Indra.
1. SING ye a song, to make him glad, to Indra, Lord of Tawny Steeds, The Soma-drinker, O my friends. 2 To him the Bounteous say the laud, and let us glorify, as men May do, the Giver of true gifts. 3 O Indra, Lord of boundless might, for us thou winnest strength and kine, Thou winnest gold for us, Good Lord. 4 Faithful to thee we loudly sing, heroic Indra, songs to thee: Mark, O Good Lord, this act of ours. 5 Give us not up to man's reproach, to foeman's hateful calumny: In thee alone is all my strength. 6 Thou art mine ample coat of mail, my Champion, Vṛtra-Slayer, thou: With thee for Friend I brave the foe. 7 Yea, great art thou whose conquering might two independent Powers confess. The Heaven, O India, and the Earth. 8 So let the voice surround thee, which attends the Maruts on their way, Reaching thee with the rays of light. 9 Let the ascending drops attain to thee, the Wondrous God, in heaven: Let all the folk bow down to thee. 10 Bring to the Wise, the Great, who waxeth mighty, your offerings, and make ready your devotion; To many clans he goeth, man's controller. 11 For Indra, the sublime, the far-pervading, have singers generated prayer and praises: The sages never violate his statutes. 12 The choirs have stablished Indra King for ever, for victory, him whose anger is resistless: And, for the Bays' Lord, strengthened those he loveth.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)
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