Book 20. Hymn 38
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"Hymns of the Atharva Veda", by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895],
p. 299.
Hymn Xxxviii
1Come, we have pressed the juice for thee. O Indra, drink the
Soma here.
Sit thou on this my sacred grass.
2O Indra, let thy long-maned Bays, yoked by prayer, bring thee
hitherward.
Give ear and listen to our prayers.
3We, Soma-bearing Brhmans, call thee, Soma-drinker, with thy
friend,
We, Indra, bringing juice expressed.
4Indra the singers with high praise, Indra reciters with their
lauds,
Indra the choirs have glorified.
5Indra hath ever close to him his two bay steeds and word-yoked:
car,
Indra, the golden, Thunder-armed.
6Indra hath raised the Sun aloft in heaven that he may see afar.
He burst the mountain for the kine.
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