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Post by Anne Terri on Sept 26, 2011 11:48:14 GMT 1
RIGVEDA - BOOK 7- HYMN XXII Indra.
1. DRINK Soma, Lord of Bays, and let it cheer thee: Indra, the stone, like a well guided courser, Directed by the presser's arms hath pressed it. 2 So let the draught of joy, thy dear companion, by which, O Lord of Bays, thou slayest foemen, Delight thee, Indra, Lord of princely treasures. 3 Mark closely, Maghavan, the words I utter, this eulogy recited by Vasiṣṭha: Accept the prayers I offer at thy banquet. 4 Hear thou the call of the juice-drinking press-stone: hear thou the Brahman's hymn who sings and lauds thee. Take to thine inmost self these adorations. 5 I know and ne’er forget the hymns and praises of thee, the Conqueror, and thy strength immortal. Thy name I ever utter. Self-Refulgent 6 Among mankind many are thy libations, and many a time the pious sageinvokes thee. O Maghavan, be not long distant from us. 7 All these libations are for thee, O Hero: to thee I offer these my prayers. that strengthen. Ever, in every place, must men invoke thee. 8 Never do men attain, O Wonder-Worker, thy greatness, Mighty One, who must be lauded, Nor, Indra, thine heroic power and bounty. 9 Among all Ṛṣis, Indra, old and recent, who have engendered hymns as sacred singers, Even with us be thine auspicious friendships. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)
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