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Post by Anne Terri on Jun 11, 2011 10:20:59 GMT 1
RIGVEDA - BOOK 1 -
HYMN V. Indra.
1 O COME ye hither, sit ye down: to Indra sing ye forth, your song, companions, bringing hymns of praise. 2 To him the richest of the rich, the Lord of treasures excellent, Indra, with Soma juice outpoured. 3 May he stand by us in our need and in abundance for our wealth: May he come nigh us with his strength. 4 Whose pair of tawny horses yoked in battles foemen challenge not: To him, to Indra sing your song. 5 Nigh to the Soma-drinker come, for his enjoyment, these pure drops, The Somas mingled with the curd. 6 Thou, grown at once to perfect strength, wast born to drink the Soma juice, Strong Indra, for preëminence. 7 O Indra, lover of the song, may these quick Somas enter thee: May they bring bliss to thee the Sage. 8 Our chants of praise have strengthened thee, O Śatakratu, and our lauds So strengthen thee the songs we sing. 9 Indra, whose succour never fails, accept these viands thousandfold, Wherein all manly powers abide. 10 O Indra, thou who lovest song, let no man hurt our bodies, keep Slaughter far from us, for thou canst.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)
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