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Post by Anne Terri on Jul 1, 2011 8:28:42 GMT 1
RIGVEDA –BOOK 1-
HYMN CLXXVI. Indra.
1. CHEER thee with draughts to win us bliss: Soma, pierce Indra in thy strength. Thou stormest trembling in thy rage, and findest not a foeman nigh. 2 Make our songs penetrate to him who is the Only One of men; For whom the sacred food is spread, as the steer ploughs the barley in. 3 Within whose hands deposited all the Five Peoples’ treasures rest. Mark thou the man who injures us and kill him like the heavenly bolt. 4 Slay everyone who pours no gift, who, hard to reach, delights thee not. Bestow on us what wealth he hath: this even the worshipper awaits. 5 Thou helpest him the doubly strong whose hymns were sung unceasingly. When Indra fought, O Soma, thou helpest the mighty in the fray. 6 As thou, O Indra, to the ancient singers wast ever joy, like water to the thirsty, So unto thee I sing this invocation. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)
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