Atharva Veda

The Hymns of the Atharvaveda

Translation by Ralph T.H. Griffith



Invitation to, and praise of Indra


Indra, be gracious, drive thou forth, come, Hero, with thy two bay steeds.
Taste the libation, hither, enjoying meath and the hymn, come, fair, to the banquet.


O Indra, even as one athirst, fill thee with meath as twere from heaven.
Sweet-toned, the raptures of this juice have come to thee as to the light.


Swift-conquering Indra, Mitra like, smote, as a Yati, Vritra dead.
Like Bhrigu he cleft Vala through, and quelled his foes in Soma's rapturous joy.


O Indra, let the juices enter thee. Fill full thy belly, sate thee, mighty one! Let the hymn bring thee.
Hear thou my call, accept the song I sing, here, Indra, with thy friends enjoy thyself, to height of rapture.


Now will I tell the manly deeds of Indra, the first that he achieved, the thunder-wielder.
 He slew the Dragon, then disclosed the waters, and cleft the channels of the mountain torrents.


He slew the Dragon lying on the mountain: his heavenly bolt of thunder Tvashtar fashioned.
Like lowing kine in rapid flow descending the waters glided downward to the ocean.


Impetuous as a bull he chose the Soma, and quaffed the juices in three sacred beakers.
Maghavan grasped the thunder for his weapon, and smote to death this first-born of the dragons.


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