Book 20. Hymn 23

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"Hymns of the Atharva Veda", by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895],

Hymn Xxiii

1Invoked to drink the Soma juice come with thy bay steeds,

Thunder-armed!

Come, Indra, hitherward, to me.

2Our priest is seated true to time; the grass is regularly strewn;

The pressing-stones were set at morn.

3These prayers, O thou who bearest prayer, are offered. Seat

thee on the grass.

Hero, enjoy the offered cake.

4O Vritra-slayer, be thou pleased with these libations, with these

hymns,

Song-loving Indra, with our lauds.

5Our hymns caress the Lord of Strength, vast, drinker of the

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Indra, as mother-cows their calf.

6Delight thee with the juice we pour for thine own great

munificence:

Yield not thy singer to reproach.

7We, Indra, dearly loving thee, bearing oblation, sing thee

hymns:

Thou, Vasu, nearly lovest us.

8O thou to whom thy Bays are dear, loose not thy horses far

from us:

Here glad thee, Indra, Lord Divine.

9May long-maned courses, dropping oil, bring thee on swift car

hitherward.

Indra, to seat thee on the grass.