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Post by Anne Terri on Jul 22, 2011 10:06:55 GMT 1
RIGVEDA –BOOK 3-HYMN XLII. Indra.
1. COME to the juice that we have pressed, to Soma, Indra, bleat with milk: Come, favouring us, thy Bay-drawn car! 2 Come, Indra, to this gladdening drink, placed on the grass, pressed out with stones: Wilt thou not drink thy fill thereof? 3 To Indra have my songs of praise gone forth, thus rapidly sent hence, To turn him to the Soma-draught. 4 Hither with songs of praise we call Indra to drink the Soma juice: Will he not come to us by lauds? 5 Indra, these Somas are expressed. Take them within thy belly, Lord Of Hundred Powers, thou Prince of Wealth. 6 We know thee winner of the spoil, and resolute in battles, Sage! Therefore thy blessing we implore. 7 Borne hither by thy Stallions, drink, Indra, this juice which we have pressed, Mingled with barley and with milk. 8 Indra, for thee, in thine own place, I urge the Soma for thy draught: Deep in thy heart let it remain, 9 We call on thee, the Ancient One, Indra, to drink the Soma juice, We Kuśikas who seek thine aid.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)
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