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Post by Anne Terri on Dec 13, 2011 14:30:59 GMT 1
RIGVEDA - BOOK 10 -HYMN CXIX. Indra.
1. THIS, even this was my resolve, to win a cow, to win a steed: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 2 Like violent gusts of wind the draughts that I have drunk have lifted me Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 3 The draughts I drank have borne me up, as fleet-foot horses draw a car: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 4 The hymn hath reached me, like a cow who lows to meet her darling calf: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 5 As a wright bends a chariot-seat so round my heart I bend the hymn: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 6 Not as a mote within the eye count the Five Tribes of men with me: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 7 The heavens and earth themselves have not grown equal to one half of me Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 8 I in my grandeur have surpassed the heavens and all this spacious earth Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 9 Aha! this spacious earth will I deposit either here or there Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 10 In one short moment will I smite the earth in fury here or there: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 11 One of my flanks is in the sky; I let the other trail below: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 12 1, greatest of the Mighty Ones, am lifted to the firmament: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 13 I seek the worshipper's abode; oblation-bearer to the Gods: Have I not drunk of Soma juice?
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)
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