|
Post by Anne Terri on Jul 22, 2011 10:05:32 GMT 1
RIGVEDA –BOOK 3-HYMN XLI. Indra.
1. INVOKED to drink the Soma juice, come with thy Bay Steeds, Thunder-armed Come, Indra, hitherward to me. 2 Our priest is seated, true to time; the grass is regularly strewn; The pressing-stones were set at morn. 3 These prayers, O thou who hearest prayer are offered: seat thee on the grass. Hero, enjoy the offered cake. 4 O Vṛtra-slayer, be thou pleased with these libations, with these hymns, Song-loving Indra, with our lauds. 5 Our hymns caress the Lord of Strength, vast, drinker of the Soma's juice, Indra, as mother-cows their calf. 6 Delight thee with the juice we pour for thine own great munificence: Yield not thy singer to reproach. 7 We, Indra, dearly loving thee, bearing oblation, sing thee hymns Thou, Vasu, dearly lovest us. 8 O thou to whom thy Bays are dear, loose not thy Horses far from us: Here glad thee, Indra, Lord divine. 9 May long-maned Coursers, dropping oil, bring thee on swift car hitherward, Indra, to seat thee on the grass.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)
|
|