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Post by Anne Terri on Dec 5, 2011 9:22:32 GMT 1
RIGVEDA - BOOK 10 -HYMN XXIV. Indra. Aśvins.
1. O INDRA, drink this Soma, pressed out in the mortar, full of sweets. Send down to us great riches,—at your glad carouse-in thousands, O Most healthy. Thou art waxing great. 2 To thee with sacrifices, with oblations, and with lauds we come. Lord of all strength and power, grant-at your glad carouse-the best choiceworthy treasure. Thou art waxing great. 3 Thou who art Lord of precious boons, inciter even of the churl. Guardian of singers, Indra,—at your glad carouse-save us from woe and hatred. Thou art waxing great. 4 Strong, Lords of Magic power, ye Twain churned the united worlds apart, When ye, implored by Vimada, Nāsatyas, forced apart the pair. 5 When the united pair were rent asunder all the Gods complained. The Gods to the Nāsatyas cried, Bring these together once again. 6 Sweet be my going forth, and rich in sweets be my approach to home. So, through your Deity, both Gods, enrich us with all pleasantness.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)
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