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Post by Anne Terri on Oct 25, 2011 10:53:08 GMT 1
RIGVEDA - BOOK 8- HYMN LXVI. Indra.
1. SCARCELY was Śatakratu, born when of his Mother he inquired, Who are the mighty? Who are famed? 2. Then Śavasī declared to him Aurṇavābha, Ahīśuva: Son, these be they thou must o’erthrow 3 The Vṛtra-slayer smote them all as spokes are hammered into naves: The Dasyu-killer waxed in might. 4 Then Indra at a single draught drank the contents of thirty pails, Pails that were filled with Soma juice. 5 Indra in groundless realms of space pierced the Gandharva through, that he Might make Brahmans' strength increase. 6 Down from the mountains Indra shot hither his well-directed shaft: He gained the ready brew of rice. 7 One only is that shaft of thine, with thousand feathers, hundred barbs, Which, Indra, thou hast made thy friend. 8 Strong as the Ṛbhus at thy birth, therewith to those who praise thee, men, And women, bring thou food to eat. 9 By thee these exploits were achieved, the mightiest deeds, abundantly: Firm in thy heart thou settest them. 10 All these things Viṣṇu brought, the Lord of ample stride whom thou hadst sent- A hundred buffaloes, a brew of rice and milk: and Indra, slew the ravening boar 11 Most deadly is thy bow, successful, fashioned well: good is thine arrow, decked with gold. Warlike and well equipped thine arms are, which increase sweetness for him who drinks the sweet.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)
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