Book 20. Hymn 117

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

Hymn Cxvii

1Drink Soma, Lord of Bays, and let it cheer thee: Indra, the

stone, like a well-guided courser,

Directed by the presser's arms hath pressed it.

2So let the draught of joy, thy dear companion, by which, O Lord

of Bays, thou slayest foemen,

Delight thee, Indra, Lord of princely treasures.

3Mark closely, Maghavan; the words I utter, this eulogy recited

by Vasishtha:

Accept the prayers I offer at thy banquet.