Book 20. Hymn 52

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

p. 308

Hymn Lii

1We compass thee like waters, we whose grass is trimmed and

Soma pressed.

Here where the filter pours its stream thy worshipper round

thee, O Vritra-slayer, sit.

2Men, Vasu! by the Soma, with lauds call thee to the foremost

place.

When comest thou athirst unto the juice as home, O Indra, like

a bellowing bull?