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Post by Anne Terri on Oct 25, 2011 10:39:32 GMT 1
RIGVEDA - BOOK 8- HYMN LIII. Indra.
1. MAY our hymns give thee great delight. Display thy bounty, Thunderer. Drive off the enemies of prayer. 2 Crush with thy foot the niggard churls who bring no gifts. Mighty art thou There is not one to equal thee. 3 Thou art the Lord of Soma pressed, Soma impressed is also thine. Thou art the Sovran of the folk. 4 Come, go thou forth, dwelling in heaven and listening to the prayers of men: Thou fillest both the heavens and earth. 5 Even that hill with rocky heights, with hundreds, thousands, held within. Thou for thy worshippers brakest through. 6 We call on thee both night and day to taste the flowing Soma juice: Do thou fulfil our heart's desire. 7 Where is that ever-youthful Steer, strong. necked and never yet bent down? What Brahman ministers to him? 8 To whose libation doth the Steer, betake him with delight therein? Who takes delight in Indra now? 9 Whom, Vṛtra-slayer, have thy gift and hero powers accompanied? Who is thy dearest in the laud? 10 For thee among mankind, among the Pūrus is this Soma shed. Hasten thou hither: drink thereof. 11 This, growing by Soma and by Śaryaṇāvān, dear to thee, In Ārjīkīya, cheers thee best. 12 Hasten thou hitherward, and drink this for munificence to-day, Delightful for thine eager draught.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)
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