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Book 20. Hymn 87

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

Hymn Lxxxvii

1Priests, offer to the Lord of all the people the milked-out stalk

of Soma, radiant-coloured.

No wild bull knows his drinking-place like Indra who ever seeks

him who hath pressed the Soma.

2Thou dost desire to drink, each day that passes, the pleasant

food which thou hast had aforetime.

O Indra, gratified in heart and spirit, drink eagerly the Soma set

before thee.

3Thou, newly-born, for strength didst drink the Soma; thy

mother told thee of thy future greatness.

O Indra, thou hast filled mid-air's wide region, and given the

Gods by battle room and freedom.

4When thou hast urged the arrogant to combat, proud in their

strength of arm, we will subdue them.

Or, Indra, when thou fightest girt by heroes, we in the glorious

fray with thee will conquer.

5I will declare the earliest deeds of Indra, and recent acts which

Maghavan hath accomplished.

When he had conquered godless wiles and magic, Soma became

his own entire possession.

6Thine is this world of flocks and herds around thee, which with

the eye of Surya thou beholdest.

Thou, Indra, art alone the Lord of cattle: may we enjoy the

treasure which thou givest.

7Ye twain are Lords of wealth in earth and heaven, thou, O

Brihaspati, and thou, O Indra.

Mean though he be, give wealth to him who lauds you. Preserve

us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.
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