Vedas
The Vedas are the four holiest books of the Hindu religion. Hindus believe they are the oldest books ever made by mankind. They are written in an old Indian language called Sanskrit.They have words (called mantras) which are chanted at the religious ceremonies.They were written between 1,500 and 500 BC. The Vedas have stories about the Hindu gods,instructions for rituals, hymns, poetry, and prayers. The word "Vedic" means something about the Vedas. The language of the Vedas is called Vedic Sanskrit.Hindus believe the Vedas are the basis of all Hindu religion. Even later types of Hinduism that are very different from the types of Hinduism that follow the Vedasrespect them.
The four Vedas are:
* The Rig Veda
* The Sama Veda
* The Yajur Veda
* The Atharva Veda
Rig Veda
Rig Veda is the first Veda of the four Vedas. Rig Veda means a Veda of praise. This Veda has several verses (hymns). These hymns praise a number of gods. This Veda
is also the oldest Hindu holy book.
Sama Veda
Sama Veda is the second Veda of the four Vedas. Sama Veda means the Veda of sacred songs.This Veda also has many hymns. They were sung by the Hindu priests and other Hindus during religious activities.
Yajur Veda
Yajur Veda is the third Veda of the four Vedas. Yajur Veda means the Veda of the Yajus.Yajus were mantras sung during religious activities. Yajur Veda is divided into
two parts. The name of the first part is Black Yajurveda, called Taittiriya.The name of the second part is White Yajurveda, called Vajasaneyi.
Atharva Veda
Atharva Veda is the 4th Veda out of the four Vedas. Atharva Veda means the Veda of knowledge.
All these booksare considered by Hindus to be of ultimate knowledge on both types ofeducation: spiritual and mental.
1 BEAUTIFUL Vayu, come, for thee these Soma drops have been prepared:Drink of them, hearken to our call.
2 Knowing the days, with Soma juice poured forth, the singers glorify Thee, Vayu, with their hymns of praise.
3 Vayu, thy penetrating stream goes forth unto the worshipper, Far-spreading for the Soma draught.
4 These, Indra-Vayu, have been shed; come for our offered dainties' sake:The drops are yearning for you both.
5 Well do ye mark libations, ye Vayu and Indra, rich in spoil So come ye swiftly hitherward.
6 Vayu and Indra, come to what the Soma. presser hath prepared: Soon, Heroes, thus I make my prayer.
7 Mitra, of holy strength, I call, and foe-destroying Varuna,Who make the oil-fed rite complete.
8 Mitra and Varuna, through Law, lovers and cherishers of Law, Have ye obtained your might power
9 Our Sages, Mitra-Varuna, wide dominion, strong by birth, Vouchsafe us strength that worketh well.
1 YE Asvins, rich in treasure, Lords of splendour, having nimble hands, Accept the sacrificial food.
2 Ye Asvins, rich in wondrous deeds, ye heroes worthy of our praise, Accept our songs with mighty thought.
3 Nasatyas, wonder-workers, yours are these libations with clipt grass: Come ye whose paths are red with flame.
4 O Indra marvellously bright, come, these libations long for thee, Thus by fine fingers purified.
5 Urged by the holy singer, sped by song, come, Indra, to the prayers, Of the libation-pouring priest.
6 Approach, O Indra, hasting thee, Lord of Bay Horses, to the prayers. In our libation take delight.
7 Ye Visvedevas, who protect, reward, and cherish men, approach Your worshipper's drink-offering.
8 Ye Visvedevas, swift at work, come hither quickly to the draught, As milch-kine hasten to their stalls.
9 The Visvedevas, changing shape like serpents, fearless, void of guile, Bearers, accept the sacred draught
10 Wealthy in spoil, enriched with hymns, may bright Sarsavati desire, With eager love, our sacrifice.
11 Inciter of all pleasant songs, inspirer o all gracious thought, Sarasvati accept our rite
12 Sarasvati, the mighty flood,--she with be light illuminates,She brightens every pious thought.
1 As a good cow to him ho milks, we call the doer of fair deeds,To our assistance day by day.
2 Come thou to our libations, drink of Soma; Soma-drinker thou! The rich One's rapture giveth kine.
3 So may we be acquainted with thine innermost benevolence: Neglect us not, come hitherward.
4 Go to the wise unconquered One, ask thou of Indra, skilled in song, Him who is better than thy friends.
5 Whether the men who mock us say, Depart unto another place, Ye who serve Indra and none else;
6 Or whether, God of wondrous deeds, all our true people call us blest, Still may we dwell in Indra's care.
7 Unto the swift One bring the swift, man-cheering, grace of sacrifice, That to the Friend gives wings and joy.
8 Thou, Satakratu, drankest this and wast the Vrtras' slayer; thou Helpest the warrior in the fray.
9 We strengthen, Satakratu, thee, yea, thee the powerful in fight, That, Indra, we may win us wealth.
10 To him the mighty stream of wealth, prompt friend of him who pours the juice, yea, to this Indra sing your song.
1 O COME ye hither, sit ye down: to Indra sing ye forth, your song, companions, bringing hymns of praise.
2 To him the richest of the rich, the Lord of treasures excellent, Indra, with Soma juice outpoured.
3 May he stand by us in our need and in abundance for our wealth: May he come nigh us with his strength.
4 Whose pair of tawny horses yoked in battles foemen challenge not: To him, to Indra sing your song.
5 Nigh to the Soma-drinker come, for his enjoyment, these pure drops,The Somas mingled with the curd.
6 Thou, grown at once to perfect strength, wast born to drink the Soma juice, Strong Indra, for pre?minence.
7 O Indra, lover of the song, may these quick Somas enter thee: May they bring bliss to thee the Sage.
8 Our chants of praise have strengthened thee, O Satakratu, and our lauds So strengthen thee the songs we sing.
9 Indra, whose succour never fails, accept these viands thousandfold, Wherein all manly powers abide.
10 O Indra, thou who lovest song, let no man hurt our bodies, keep Slaughter far from us, for thou canst.
1 They who stand round him as he moves harness the bright, the ruddy Steed The lights are shining in the sky.
2 On both sides to the car they yoke the two bay coursers dear to him, Bold, tawny, bearers of the Chief.
3 Thou, making light where no light was, and form, O men: where form was not, Wast born together with the Dawns.
4 Thereafter they, as is their wont, threw off the state of babes unborn, Asuming sacrificial names.
5 Thou, Indra, with the Tempest-Gods, the breakers down of what is firm, Foundest the kine even in the cave.
6 Worshipping even as they list, singers laud him who findeth wealth, The far-renowned, the mighty One.
7 Mayest thou verily be seen coming by fearless Indra's side: Both joyous, equal in your sheen.
8 With Indra's well beloved hosts, the blameless, hastening to heaven,The sacrificer cries aloud.
9 Come from this place, O Wanderer, or downward from the light of heaven: Our songs of praise all yearn for this.
10 Indra we seek to give us help, from here, from heaven above the earth, Or from the spacious firmament.
1 INDRA the singers with high praise, Indra reciters with their lauds, Indra the choirs have glorified.
2 Indra hath ever close to him his two bay steeds and word-yoked car, Indra the golden, thunder-armed.
3 Indra hath raised the Sun on high in heaven, that he may see afar: He burst the mountain for the kine.
4 Help us, O Indra, in the frays, yea, frays, where thousand spoils are gained, With awful aids, O awful One.
5 In mighty battle we invoke Indra, Indra in lesser fight, The Friend who bends his bolt at fiends.
6 Unclose, our manly Hero, thou for ever bounteous, yonder cloud, For us, thou irresistible.
7 Still higher, at each strain of mine, thunder-armed Indra's praises rise: I find no laud worthy of him.
8 Even as the bull drives on the herds, he drives the people with his might, The Ruler irresistible:
9 Indra who rules with single sway men, riches, and the fivefold race Of those who dwell upon the earth.
10 For your sake from each side we call Indra away from other men: Ours, and none others', may he be.
1 INDRA, bring wealth that gives delight, the victor's ever-conquering wealth, Most excellent, to be our aid;
2 By means of which we may repel our foes in battle hand to hand, By thee assisted with the car.
3 Aided by thee, the thunder-armed, Indra, may we lift up the bolt, And conquer all our foes in fight.
4 With thee, O India, for ally with missile-darting heroes, may We conquer our embattled foes.
5 Mighty is Indra, yea supreme; greatness be his, the Thunderer: Wide as the heaven extends his power
6 Which aideth those to win them sons, who come as heroes to the fight, Or singers loving holy thoughts.
7 His belly, drinking deepest draughts of Soma, like an ocean swells, Like wide streams from the cope of heaven.
8 So also is his excellence, great, vigorous, rich in cattle, like A ripe branch to the worshipper.
9 For verily thy mighty powers, Indra, are saving helps at once Unto a worshipper like me.
10 So are his lovely gifts; let lauds and praises be to Indra sung, That he may drink the Soma juice.
1 COME, Indra, and delight thee with the juice at all the Soma feasts, Protector, mighty in thy strength.
2 To Indra pour ye forth the juice, the active gladdening juice to him The gladdening, omnific God.
3 O Lord of all men, fair of cheek, rejoice thee in the gladdening lauds, Present at these drink-offerings.
4 Songs have outpoured themselves to thee, Indra, the strong, the guardian Lord, And raised themselves unsatisfied.
5 Send to us bounty manifold, O Indra, worthy of' our wish, For power supreme is only thine.
6 O Indra, stimulate thereto us emulously fain for wealth, And glorious, O most splendid One.
7 Give, Indra, wide and lofty fame, wealthy in cattle and in strength, Lasting our life-time, failing not.
8 Grant us high fame, O Indra, grant riches bestowing thousands, those Fair fruits of earth borne home in wains.
9 Praising with songs the praise-worthy who cometh to our aid, we call Indra, the Treasure-Lord of wealth.
10 To lofty Indra, dweller by each libation, the pious man Sings forth aloud a strengthening hymn.
1 THE chanters hymn thee, they who say the word of praise magnify thee. The priests have raised thee up on high, O Satakratu, like a pole.
2 As up he clomb from ridge to ridge and looked upon the toilsome task, Indra observes this wish of his, and the Rain hastens with his troop.
3 Harness thy pair of strong bay steeds, long-maned, whose bodies fill the girths, And, Indra, Soma-drinker, come to listen to our songs of praise.
4 Come hither, answer thou the song, sing in approval, cry aloud. Good Indra, make our prayer succeed, and prosper this our sacrifice.
5 To Indra must a laud be said, to strengthen him who freely gives, That Sakra may take pleasure in our friendship and drink-offerings.
6 Him, him we seek for friendship, him for riches and heroic might. For Indra, he is Sakra, he shall aid us while he gives us wealth.
7 Easy to turn and drive away, Indra, is spoil bestowed by thee. Unclose the stable of the kine, and give us wealth O Thunder-armed
8 The heaven and earth contain thee not, together, in thy wrathful mood. Win us the waters of the sky, and send us kine abundantly.
9 Hear, thou whose ear is quick, my call; take to thee readily my songs O Indra, let this laud of mine come nearer even than thy friend.
10 We know thee mightiest of all, in battles hearer of our cry. Of thee most mighty we invoke the aid that giveth thousandfold.
11 O Indra, Son of Kusika, drink our libation with delight. Prolong our life anew, and cause the seer to win a thousand gifts.
12 Lover of song, may these our songs on every side encompass thee:Strengthening thee of lengthened life, may they be dear delights to thee.
1 ALL sacred songs have magnified Indra expansive as the sea, The best of warriors borne on cars, the Lord, the very Lord of strength.
2 Strong in thy friendship, Indra, Lord of power and might, we have no fear. We glorify with praises thee, the never-conquered conqueror.
3 The gifts of Indra from of old, his saving succours, never fail, When to the praise-singers he gives the boon of substance rich in kine.
4 Crusher of forts, the young, the wise, of strength unmeasured, was he born Sustainer of each sacred rite, Indra, the Thunderer, much-extolled.
5 Lord of the thunder, thou didst burst the cave of Vala rich in cows. The Gods came pressing to thy side, and free from terror aided thee,
6 I, Hero, through thy bounties am come to the flood addressing thee. Song-lover, here the singers stand and testify to thee thereof.
7 The wily Susna, Indra! thou o'er-threwest with thy wondrous powers. The wise beheld this deed of thine: now go beyond their eulogies.
8 Our songs of praise have glorified Indra who ruleth by his might, Whose precious gifts in thousands come, yea, even more abundantly.
I WE choose Agni the messenger, the herald, master of all wealth, Well skilled in this our sacrifice.
2 With callings ever they invoke Agni, Agni, Lord of the House, Oblation-bearer, much beloved.
3 Bring the Gods hither, Agni, born for him who strews the sacred grass: Thou art our herald, meet for praise.
4 Wake up the willing Gods, since thou, Agni, performest embassage: Sit on the sacred grass with Gods.
5 O Agni, radiant One, to whom the holy oil is poured, burn up Our enemies whom fiends protect.
6 By Agni Agni is inflamed, Lord of the House, wise, young, who bears The gift: the ladle is his mouth.
7 Praise Agni in the sacrifice, the Sage whose ways are ever true, The God who driveth grief away.
8 God, Agni, be his strong defence who lord of sacrificial gifts, Worshippeth thee the messenger.
9 Whoso with sacred gift would fain call Agni to the feast of Gods, O Purifier, favour him.
10 Such, Agni, Purifier, bright, bring hither to our sacrifice, To our oblation bring the Gods.
11 So lauded by our newest song of praise bring opulence to us, And food, with heroes for our sons.
12 O Agni, by effulgent flame, by all invokings of the Gods, Show pleasure in this laud of ours.
1 AGNI, well-kindled, bring the Gods for him who offers holy gifts. Worship them, Purifier, Priest.
2 Son of Thyself, present, O Sage, our sacrifice to the Gods today. Sweet to the taste, that they may feast.
3 Dear Narasamsa, sweet of tongue, the giver of oblations, I Invoke to this our sacrifice.
4 Agni, on thy most easy car, glorified, hither bring the Gods: Manu appointed thee as Priest.
5 Strew, O ye wise, the sacred grass that drips with oil, in order due, Where the Immortal is beheld.
6 Thrown open be the Doors Divine, unfailing, that assist the rite, For sacrifice this day and now.
7 I call the lovely Night and Dawn to seat them on the holy grass At this our solemn sacrifice.
8 The two Invokers I invite, the wise, divine and sweet of tongue, To celebrate this our sacrifice.
9 Ila, Sarasvati, Mahi, three Goddesses who bring delight, Be seated, peaceful, on the grass.
10 Tvastar I call, the earliest born, the wearer of all forms at will: May he be ours and curs alone.
11 God, Sovran of the Wood, present this our oblation to the Gods, And let the giver be renowned.
12 With Svaha pay the sacrifice to Indra in the offerer's house: Thither I call the Deities.
1 To drink the Soma, Agni, come, to our service and our songs. With all these Gods; and worship them.
2 The Kanvas have invoked thee; they, O Singer, sing thee songs of praise Agni, come hither with the Gods;
3 Indra, Vayu, Brhaspati, Mitra, Agni, Pusan, Bhaga, Adityas, and the Marut host.
4 For you these juices are poured forth that gladden and exhilarate, The meath-drops resting in the cup.
5 The sons of Kanva fain for help adore thee, having strewn the grass, With offerings and all things prepared.
6 Let the swift steeds who carry thee, thought-yoked and dropping holy oil,Bring the Gods to the Soma draught.
7 Adored, the strengtheners of Law, unite them, Agni, with their Dames: Make them drink meath, O bright of tongue.
8 Let them, O Agni, who deserve worship and praise drink with thy tongue The meath in solemn sacrifice.
9 Away, from the Sun's realm of light, the wise invoking Priest shall bring All Gods awaking with the dawn.
10 With all the Gods, with Indra, with Vayu, and Mitra's splendours, drink, Agni, the pleasant Soma juice.
11 Ordained by Manu as our Priest, thou sittest, Agni, at each rite: Hallow thou this our sacrifice.
12 Harness the Red Mares to thy car, the Bays, O God, the flaming ones: With those bring hitherward the Gods.
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The four Vedas are:
* The Rig Veda
* The Sama Veda
* The Yajur Veda
* The Atharva Veda
Rig Veda
Rig Veda is the first Veda of the four Vedas. Rig Veda means a Veda of praise. This Veda has several verses (hymns). These hymns praise a number of gods. This Veda
is also the oldest Hindu holy book.
Sama Veda
Sama Veda is the second Veda of the four Vedas. Sama Veda means the Veda of sacred songs.This Veda also has many hymns. They were sung by the Hindu priests and other Hindus during religious activities.
Yajur Veda
Yajur Veda is the third Veda of the four Vedas. Yajur Veda means the Veda of the Yajus.Yajus were mantras sung during religious activities. Yajur Veda is divided into
two parts. The name of the first part is Black Yajurveda, called Taittiriya.The name of the second part is White Yajurveda, called Vajasaneyi.
Atharva Veda
Atharva Veda is the 4th Veda out of the four Vedas. Atharva Veda means the Veda of knowledge.
All these booksare considered by Hindus to be of ultimate knowledge on both types ofeducation: spiritual and mental.
The Rig Veda
Rig-Veda Book 1
1 I Laud Agni, the chosen Priest, God, minister of sacrifice,The hotar, lavishest of wealth.
2 Worthy is Agni to be praised by living as by ancient seers.He shall bring. hitherward the Gods.
3 Through Agni man obtaineth wealth, yea, plenty waxing day by day,Most rich in heroes, glorious.
4 Agni, the perfect sacrifice which thou encompassest about Verily goeth to the Gods.
5 May Agni, sapient-minded Priest, truthful, most gloriously great,The God, come hither with the Gods.
6 Whatever blessing, Agni, thou wilt grant unto thy worshipper,That, Angiras, is indeed thy truth.
7 To thee, dispeller of the night, O Agni, day by day with prayer Bringing thee reverence, we come
8 Ruler of sacrifices, guard of Law eternal, radiant One, Increasing in thine own abode.
9 Be to us easy of approach, even as a father to his son: Agni, be with us for our weal.
Hymn I. Agni.
1 I Laud Agni, the chosen Priest, God, minister of sacrifice,The hotar, lavishest of wealth.
2 Worthy is Agni to be praised by living as by ancient seers.He shall bring. hitherward the Gods.
3 Through Agni man obtaineth wealth, yea, plenty waxing day by day,Most rich in heroes, glorious.
4 Agni, the perfect sacrifice which thou encompassest about Verily goeth to the Gods.
5 May Agni, sapient-minded Priest, truthful, most gloriously great,The God, come hither with the Gods.
6 Whatever blessing, Agni, thou wilt grant unto thy worshipper,That, Angiras, is indeed thy truth.
7 To thee, dispeller of the night, O Agni, day by day with prayer Bringing thee reverence, we come
8 Ruler of sacrifices, guard of Law eternal, radiant One, Increasing in thine own abode.
9 Be to us easy of approach, even as a father to his son: Agni, be with us for our weal.
Hymn II. Vayu.
1 BEAUTIFUL Vayu, come, for thee these Soma drops have been prepared:Drink of them, hearken to our call.
2 Knowing the days, with Soma juice poured forth, the singers glorify Thee, Vayu, with their hymns of praise.
3 Vayu, thy penetrating stream goes forth unto the worshipper, Far-spreading for the Soma draught.
4 These, Indra-Vayu, have been shed; come for our offered dainties' sake:The drops are yearning for you both.
5 Well do ye mark libations, ye Vayu and Indra, rich in spoil So come ye swiftly hitherward.
6 Vayu and Indra, come to what the Soma. presser hath prepared: Soon, Heroes, thus I make my prayer.
7 Mitra, of holy strength, I call, and foe-destroying Varuna,Who make the oil-fed rite complete.
8 Mitra and Varuna, through Law, lovers and cherishers of Law, Have ye obtained your might power
9 Our Sages, Mitra-Varuna, wide dominion, strong by birth, Vouchsafe us strength that worketh well.
Hymn III. Asvins
1 YE Asvins, rich in treasure, Lords of splendour, having nimble hands, Accept the sacrificial food.
2 Ye Asvins, rich in wondrous deeds, ye heroes worthy of our praise, Accept our songs with mighty thought.
3 Nasatyas, wonder-workers, yours are these libations with clipt grass: Come ye whose paths are red with flame.
4 O Indra marvellously bright, come, these libations long for thee, Thus by fine fingers purified.
5 Urged by the holy singer, sped by song, come, Indra, to the prayers, Of the libation-pouring priest.
6 Approach, O Indra, hasting thee, Lord of Bay Horses, to the prayers. In our libation take delight.
7 Ye Visvedevas, who protect, reward, and cherish men, approach Your worshipper's drink-offering.
8 Ye Visvedevas, swift at work, come hither quickly to the draught, As milch-kine hasten to their stalls.
9 The Visvedevas, changing shape like serpents, fearless, void of guile, Bearers, accept the sacred draught
10 Wealthy in spoil, enriched with hymns, may bright Sarsavati desire, With eager love, our sacrifice.
11 Inciter of all pleasant songs, inspirer o all gracious thought, Sarasvati accept our rite
12 Sarasvati, the mighty flood,--she with be light illuminates,She brightens every pious thought.
Hymn IV. Indra
1 As a good cow to him ho milks, we call the doer of fair deeds,To our assistance day by day.
2 Come thou to our libations, drink of Soma; Soma-drinker thou! The rich One's rapture giveth kine.
3 So may we be acquainted with thine innermost benevolence: Neglect us not, come hitherward.
4 Go to the wise unconquered One, ask thou of Indra, skilled in song, Him who is better than thy friends.
5 Whether the men who mock us say, Depart unto another place, Ye who serve Indra and none else;
6 Or whether, God of wondrous deeds, all our true people call us blest, Still may we dwell in Indra's care.
7 Unto the swift One bring the swift, man-cheering, grace of sacrifice, That to the Friend gives wings and joy.
8 Thou, Satakratu, drankest this and wast the Vrtras' slayer; thou Helpest the warrior in the fray.
9 We strengthen, Satakratu, thee, yea, thee the powerful in fight, That, Indra, we may win us wealth.
10 To him the mighty stream of wealth, prompt friend of him who pours the juice, yea, to this Indra sing your song.
Hymn V. Indra.
1 O COME ye hither, sit ye down: to Indra sing ye forth, your song, companions, bringing hymns of praise.
2 To him the richest of the rich, the Lord of treasures excellent, Indra, with Soma juice outpoured.
3 May he stand by us in our need and in abundance for our wealth: May he come nigh us with his strength.
4 Whose pair of tawny horses yoked in battles foemen challenge not: To him, to Indra sing your song.
5 Nigh to the Soma-drinker come, for his enjoyment, these pure drops,The Somas mingled with the curd.
6 Thou, grown at once to perfect strength, wast born to drink the Soma juice, Strong Indra, for pre?minence.
7 O Indra, lover of the song, may these quick Somas enter thee: May they bring bliss to thee the Sage.
8 Our chants of praise have strengthened thee, O Satakratu, and our lauds So strengthen thee the songs we sing.
9 Indra, whose succour never fails, accept these viands thousandfold, Wherein all manly powers abide.
10 O Indra, thou who lovest song, let no man hurt our bodies, keep Slaughter far from us, for thou canst.
Hymn VI. Indra.
1 They who stand round him as he moves harness the bright, the ruddy Steed The lights are shining in the sky.
2 On both sides to the car they yoke the two bay coursers dear to him, Bold, tawny, bearers of the Chief.
3 Thou, making light where no light was, and form, O men: where form was not, Wast born together with the Dawns.
4 Thereafter they, as is their wont, threw off the state of babes unborn, Asuming sacrificial names.
5 Thou, Indra, with the Tempest-Gods, the breakers down of what is firm, Foundest the kine even in the cave.
6 Worshipping even as they list, singers laud him who findeth wealth, The far-renowned, the mighty One.
7 Mayest thou verily be seen coming by fearless Indra's side: Both joyous, equal in your sheen.
8 With Indra's well beloved hosts, the blameless, hastening to heaven,The sacrificer cries aloud.
9 Come from this place, O Wanderer, or downward from the light of heaven: Our songs of praise all yearn for this.
10 Indra we seek to give us help, from here, from heaven above the earth, Or from the spacious firmament.
Hymn VII. Indra.
1 INDRA the singers with high praise, Indra reciters with their lauds, Indra the choirs have glorified.
2 Indra hath ever close to him his two bay steeds and word-yoked car, Indra the golden, thunder-armed.
3 Indra hath raised the Sun on high in heaven, that he may see afar: He burst the mountain for the kine.
4 Help us, O Indra, in the frays, yea, frays, where thousand spoils are gained, With awful aids, O awful One.
5 In mighty battle we invoke Indra, Indra in lesser fight, The Friend who bends his bolt at fiends.
6 Unclose, our manly Hero, thou for ever bounteous, yonder cloud, For us, thou irresistible.
7 Still higher, at each strain of mine, thunder-armed Indra's praises rise: I find no laud worthy of him.
8 Even as the bull drives on the herds, he drives the people with his might, The Ruler irresistible:
9 Indra who rules with single sway men, riches, and the fivefold race Of those who dwell upon the earth.
10 For your sake from each side we call Indra away from other men: Ours, and none others', may he be.
Hymn VIII. Indra.
1 INDRA, bring wealth that gives delight, the victor's ever-conquering wealth, Most excellent, to be our aid;
2 By means of which we may repel our foes in battle hand to hand, By thee assisted with the car.
3 Aided by thee, the thunder-armed, Indra, may we lift up the bolt, And conquer all our foes in fight.
4 With thee, O India, for ally with missile-darting heroes, may We conquer our embattled foes.
5 Mighty is Indra, yea supreme; greatness be his, the Thunderer: Wide as the heaven extends his power
6 Which aideth those to win them sons, who come as heroes to the fight, Or singers loving holy thoughts.
7 His belly, drinking deepest draughts of Soma, like an ocean swells, Like wide streams from the cope of heaven.
8 So also is his excellence, great, vigorous, rich in cattle, like A ripe branch to the worshipper.
9 For verily thy mighty powers, Indra, are saving helps at once Unto a worshipper like me.
10 So are his lovely gifts; let lauds and praises be to Indra sung, That he may drink the Soma juice.
Hymn IX. Indra.
1 COME, Indra, and delight thee with the juice at all the Soma feasts, Protector, mighty in thy strength.
2 To Indra pour ye forth the juice, the active gladdening juice to him The gladdening, omnific God.
3 O Lord of all men, fair of cheek, rejoice thee in the gladdening lauds, Present at these drink-offerings.
4 Songs have outpoured themselves to thee, Indra, the strong, the guardian Lord, And raised themselves unsatisfied.
5 Send to us bounty manifold, O Indra, worthy of' our wish, For power supreme is only thine.
6 O Indra, stimulate thereto us emulously fain for wealth, And glorious, O most splendid One.
7 Give, Indra, wide and lofty fame, wealthy in cattle and in strength, Lasting our life-time, failing not.
8 Grant us high fame, O Indra, grant riches bestowing thousands, those Fair fruits of earth borne home in wains.
9 Praising with songs the praise-worthy who cometh to our aid, we call Indra, the Treasure-Lord of wealth.
10 To lofty Indra, dweller by each libation, the pious man Sings forth aloud a strengthening hymn.
Hymn X. Indra.
1 THE chanters hymn thee, they who say the word of praise magnify thee. The priests have raised thee up on high, O Satakratu, like a pole.
2 As up he clomb from ridge to ridge and looked upon the toilsome task, Indra observes this wish of his, and the Rain hastens with his troop.
3 Harness thy pair of strong bay steeds, long-maned, whose bodies fill the girths, And, Indra, Soma-drinker, come to listen to our songs of praise.
4 Come hither, answer thou the song, sing in approval, cry aloud. Good Indra, make our prayer succeed, and prosper this our sacrifice.
5 To Indra must a laud be said, to strengthen him who freely gives, That Sakra may take pleasure in our friendship and drink-offerings.
6 Him, him we seek for friendship, him for riches and heroic might. For Indra, he is Sakra, he shall aid us while he gives us wealth.
7 Easy to turn and drive away, Indra, is spoil bestowed by thee. Unclose the stable of the kine, and give us wealth O Thunder-armed
8 The heaven and earth contain thee not, together, in thy wrathful mood. Win us the waters of the sky, and send us kine abundantly.
9 Hear, thou whose ear is quick, my call; take to thee readily my songs O Indra, let this laud of mine come nearer even than thy friend.
10 We know thee mightiest of all, in battles hearer of our cry. Of thee most mighty we invoke the aid that giveth thousandfold.
11 O Indra, Son of Kusika, drink our libation with delight. Prolong our life anew, and cause the seer to win a thousand gifts.
12 Lover of song, may these our songs on every side encompass thee:Strengthening thee of lengthened life, may they be dear delights to thee.
Hymn XI. Indra.
1 ALL sacred songs have magnified Indra expansive as the sea, The best of warriors borne on cars, the Lord, the very Lord of strength.
2 Strong in thy friendship, Indra, Lord of power and might, we have no fear. We glorify with praises thee, the never-conquered conqueror.
3 The gifts of Indra from of old, his saving succours, never fail, When to the praise-singers he gives the boon of substance rich in kine.
4 Crusher of forts, the young, the wise, of strength unmeasured, was he born Sustainer of each sacred rite, Indra, the Thunderer, much-extolled.
5 Lord of the thunder, thou didst burst the cave of Vala rich in cows. The Gods came pressing to thy side, and free from terror aided thee,
6 I, Hero, through thy bounties am come to the flood addressing thee. Song-lover, here the singers stand and testify to thee thereof.
7 The wily Susna, Indra! thou o'er-threwest with thy wondrous powers. The wise beheld this deed of thine: now go beyond their eulogies.
8 Our songs of praise have glorified Indra who ruleth by his might, Whose precious gifts in thousands come, yea, even more abundantly.
Hymn XII. Agni.
I WE choose Agni the messenger, the herald, master of all wealth, Well skilled in this our sacrifice.
2 With callings ever they invoke Agni, Agni, Lord of the House, Oblation-bearer, much beloved.
3 Bring the Gods hither, Agni, born for him who strews the sacred grass: Thou art our herald, meet for praise.
4 Wake up the willing Gods, since thou, Agni, performest embassage: Sit on the sacred grass with Gods.
5 O Agni, radiant One, to whom the holy oil is poured, burn up Our enemies whom fiends protect.
6 By Agni Agni is inflamed, Lord of the House, wise, young, who bears The gift: the ladle is his mouth.
7 Praise Agni in the sacrifice, the Sage whose ways are ever true, The God who driveth grief away.
8 God, Agni, be his strong defence who lord of sacrificial gifts, Worshippeth thee the messenger.
9 Whoso with sacred gift would fain call Agni to the feast of Gods, O Purifier, favour him.
10 Such, Agni, Purifier, bright, bring hither to our sacrifice, To our oblation bring the Gods.
11 So lauded by our newest song of praise bring opulence to us, And food, with heroes for our sons.
12 O Agni, by effulgent flame, by all invokings of the Gods, Show pleasure in this laud of ours.
Hymn XIII. Agni
1 AGNI, well-kindled, bring the Gods for him who offers holy gifts. Worship them, Purifier, Priest.
2 Son of Thyself, present, O Sage, our sacrifice to the Gods today. Sweet to the taste, that they may feast.
3 Dear Narasamsa, sweet of tongue, the giver of oblations, I Invoke to this our sacrifice.
4 Agni, on thy most easy car, glorified, hither bring the Gods: Manu appointed thee as Priest.
5 Strew, O ye wise, the sacred grass that drips with oil, in order due, Where the Immortal is beheld.
6 Thrown open be the Doors Divine, unfailing, that assist the rite, For sacrifice this day and now.
7 I call the lovely Night and Dawn to seat them on the holy grass At this our solemn sacrifice.
8 The two Invokers I invite, the wise, divine and sweet of tongue, To celebrate this our sacrifice.
9 Ila, Sarasvati, Mahi, three Goddesses who bring delight, Be seated, peaceful, on the grass.
10 Tvastar I call, the earliest born, the wearer of all forms at will: May he be ours and curs alone.
11 God, Sovran of the Wood, present this our oblation to the Gods, And let the giver be renowned.
12 With Svaha pay the sacrifice to Indra in the offerer's house: Thither I call the Deities.
Hymn XIV. Visvedevas.
1 To drink the Soma, Agni, come, to our service and our songs. With all these Gods; and worship them.
2 The Kanvas have invoked thee; they, O Singer, sing thee songs of praise Agni, come hither with the Gods;
3 Indra, Vayu, Brhaspati, Mitra, Agni, Pusan, Bhaga, Adityas, and the Marut host.
4 For you these juices are poured forth that gladden and exhilarate, The meath-drops resting in the cup.
5 The sons of Kanva fain for help adore thee, having strewn the grass, With offerings and all things prepared.
6 Let the swift steeds who carry thee, thought-yoked and dropping holy oil,Bring the Gods to the Soma draught.
7 Adored, the strengtheners of Law, unite them, Agni, with their Dames: Make them drink meath, O bright of tongue.
8 Let them, O Agni, who deserve worship and praise drink with thy tongue The meath in solemn sacrifice.
9 Away, from the Sun's realm of light, the wise invoking Priest shall bring All Gods awaking with the dawn.
10 With all the Gods, with Indra, with Vayu, and Mitra's splendours, drink, Agni, the pleasant Soma juice.
11 Ordained by Manu as our Priest, thou sittest, Agni, at each rite: Hallow thou this our sacrifice.
12 Harness the Red Mares to thy car, the Bays, O God, the flaming ones: With those bring hitherward the Gods.
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