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Post by Anne Terri on Oct 25, 2011 10:59:17 GMT 1
RIGVEDA - BOOK 8- HYMN LXXI. Indra.
1. HASTE forward to us from afar, or, Vṛtra-slayer, from anear, To meet the offering to the meath. 2 Strong are the Soma-draughts; come nigh: the juices fill thee with delight: Drink boldly even as thou art wont'. 3 Joy, Indra, in the strengthening food et it content thy wish and thought, And be delightful to thine heart. 4 Come to us thou who hast no foe: we call thee down to hymns of praise, In heaven's sublimest realm of light. 5 This Soma here expressed with stones and dressed with milk for thy carouse, Indra, is offered up to thee. 6 Graciously, Indra, hear my call. Come and obtain the draught, and sate Thyself with juices blent with milk. 7 The Soma, Indra, which is shed in chalices and vats for thee, Drink thou, for thou art Lord thereof. 8 The Soma seen within the vats, as in the flood the Moon is seen, Drink thou, for thou art Lord thereof. 9 That which the Hawk brought in his claw, inviolate, through the air to thee, Drink thou, for thou art Lord thereof.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)
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