Guest guest Posted October 11, 2007 Report Share Posted October 11, 2007 The smith with his store of seasoned plants, with his feathers of birdsand stones for the tips, enkindles the flame to make arrows and thenseeks out a client bulging with gold. Flow, Soma-juice, for the sake ofthe Lord!Rig Veda IX, 112, 2I am a singer, my Dad's a physician, my Mummy's task is to grind thecorn. Diverse are our callings but we all aim at wealth; we run in itswake like a cowherd trailing cows. Flow, Soma-juice, for the sake ofthe Lord!Rig Veda IX, 112, 3A horse desires to draw a light cart, gay hosts to evoke a laugh anda jest, a male desires his mate's approach, a frog a flood to plungewithin. Flow, Soma-juice, for the sake of the Lord!Rig Veda IX, 112, 4O Father of Storms, may your favor flash upon us! Do not deprive us of thesight of the sun. May the hero mounted on his charger spare us! Grant us,O God, to live forth in our children.Rig Veda II, 33, 1Thanks to your wholesome remedies, O God, may I attain the span of ahundred winters! Drive far from us all hatreds and troubles; scatter tothe four winds every sort of sickness.Rig Veda II, 33, 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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