þÿ<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html;charset=utf-16"> <meta name="generator" content="Adobe GoLive 6"> <title>Banquet of the gods, Book III, an Indo-European rite, portrayed on the walls of Etruscan tombs, compared to the Rig Veda</title> <meta name="verify-v1" content="Au+bPmH/GEw6aOi+ilzO+ihOY/ZVB+aTLiZd1p7ZROk=" /> </head> <body bgcolor="#ffffff"> <table width="754" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" background="Etruscan_mural_baron1.gif" cool="cool" gridx="16" gridy="16" height="29170" showgridx="showgridx" showgridy="showgridy" usegridx="usegridx" usegridy="usegridy"> <tr height="40"> <td width="26" height="29169" rowspan="3"></td> <td width="700" height="40"></td> <td width="27" height="29169" rowspan="3"></td> <td width="1" height="40"><spacer type="block" width="1" height="40"></td> </tr> <tr height="28971"> <td bgcolor="white" content="content" csgroup="0DC009D0" csheight="28971" width="700" height="28971" valign="top" xpos="26"> <p align="left"><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><nobr><csobj format="ShortDate" h="16" locale="00000409" region="0" t="DateTime" w="57">7/13/2011</csobj> Banquet of the gods, Book III, on Soma and the <i>Rig Veda</i>,<br> as relating to an Indo-European rite portrayed on the walls of Etruscan tombs.<br> </nobr></b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><nobr>Part of a work relating to Etruscan Phrases</nobr></b></font></p> <div align="center"> <h5 align="left"><a href="index.html" target="_blank"><img src="Maravot_act1.GIF" alt="" height="28" width="142" border="0"></a></h5> <h5><img src="Banquet.gif" alt="" height="79" width="406" border="0"></h5> <h5></h5> <h5><font size="5" color="#ee0000">Banquet of the Gods</font></h5> <h5><font size="3">by Mel Copeland</font></h5> <h5><font size="4">Book III, Hindus<br> </font></h5> </div> <p><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><i>Rig Veda</i> (continued)<br> <br> </b></font></p> <blockquote> <p><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>Book 3, Hymn 1 <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 2. East have we turned the rite; may the<br> hymn aid it. With wood and worship<br> shall they honor Agni.<br> From heaven the synods of the wise have<br> learnt it: even for the quick and strong<br> they seek advancement.<br> 15. ...Grant, with the Gods, thy grace to him<br> who lauds thee, protect us with thy<br> rays that guard the homestead.<br> <br> Book 3, Hymn II <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 7. He hath filled heaven and earth and the<br> great realm of light, when at his birth<br> the skilful held him in their hold.<br> He like a horse is led forth to the sacrifice<br> Sage, graciously inclined, that he may<br> win us strength.<br> 8. ...He drives the chariot of the lofty ordinance<br> Agni most active, is the great<br> High Priest of Gods.<br> <br> Book 3, Hymn III <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 1....For Agni the Immortal serves the Deities,<br> and therefore never breaks their ever-lasting laws.<br> 2. He, wondrous envoy, goes between the<br> earth and heaven, firm seated as the<br> Herald, great High Priest of men...<br> <br> Book 3, Hymn V <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 2. ...Loving the varied shows of holy Order at<br> the first flush of dawn he shines as envoy<br> 4. Agni is Mitra when enkindled duly, Mitra<br> as Priest, Varuna Jatavedas;<br> Mitra as active minister, and House-Friend,<br> Mitra of flowing rivers and of mountains.<br> <br> Book 3, Hymn VI <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 6. Bind to the pole with cords of holy Order<br> the long-maned ruddy steeds who<br> sprinkle fatness.<br> </b></font></p> <p><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>Book 3, Hymn VIII <i>Sacrificial Post</i><br> <br> 1. God-serving men, O Sovran of the Forest, </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(2)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> with heavenly meath at sacrifice anoint thee.<br> Grant wealth to us when thou art standing<br> upright as when reposing on this<br> Mother's bosom.<br> 2. Set up to eastward of the fire enkindled,<br> accepting prayer that wastes not, rich<br> in hero.<br> Driving far from us poverty and famine,<br> lift thyself up to bring us great good<br> fortune.<br> 9. Like swan's that flee in lengthened line,<br> the Pillars have come to us arrayed in<br> brilliant colour. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(3)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> 10. Those stakes upon the earth with rings<br> that deck them seem to the eye like<br> horns of horned creatures;<br> Or, as upraised by priests in invocation,<br> let them assist us in the rush to battle.<br> 11. Lord of the Wood, rise with a hundred<br> branches: with thousand branches may<br> we rise to greatness,<br> Thou whom this hatchet, with an edge<br> well whetted for great felicity, hath<br> brought before us. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(4)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 3, Hymn XII <i>Indra-Agni</i><br> <br> 6. Indra and Agni, ye cast down the ninety<br> forts which Dasas held (5)<br> <br> Book 3, Hymn XIV <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 1. ...Agni, the Son of Strength, whose car is<br> lightning, whose hair is flame, hath<br> shown on earth his lustre.<br> <br> Book 3, Hymn XIX <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 4. Agni, like Bhaga, leads the godly people,<br> he who is true to Law and guards<br> the seasons.<br> <br> Book 3, Hymn XXII <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 4. ...Guileless accept our sacrifice, great viands<br> free from all disease.<br> <br> Book 3, Hymn XXVIII <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 1. Agni who knowest all, accept our offering<br> and the cake of meal,<br> at dawn's libation, rich in prayer!<br> 2. Agni, the sacrificial cake hath been prepared<br> and dressed for thee:<br> Accept it, O Most Youthful God.<br> 3. Agni, enjoy the cake of meal and our<br> oblation three days old...<br> 4. Here at the midday sacrifice enjoy thou<br> the sacrificial cake, wise Jatavedas!...<br> 5. O Agni, at the third libation take with<br> joy the offered cake of sacrifice, thou<br> Son of Strength.<br> <br> Book 3, Hymn XXX <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 1. ...They bear unmoved the cursing of the<br> people, for all our wisdom comes from<br> thee, O Indra. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(6)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> 3. Fair cheeks hath Indra, Maghavan, the<br> Victor, Lord of a great host, Stormer,<br> strong in action.<br> What once thou didst in might when<br> mortals vexed thee, </b></font><font size="2" face="Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif"> </font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b> where now, O Bull,<br> are those thy hero exploits?<br> 15. Barring the way they come. Be firm, O<br> Indra; aid friends to sacrifice and him<br> who singeth.<br> These must be slain by thee, malignant<br> mortals, armed with ill arts, our quiver-<br> bearing foemen </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(6)<br> <br> </b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>Book 3, Hymn XXXII <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 2. Quaff it pure, meal-blent, mixt with milk,<br> O Indra; we have poured forth the<br> Soma for thy rapture.<br> <br> Book 3, Hymn XXXIV <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 9. ...Treasure of gold he won; he smote the<br> Dasyus, and gave protection to the<br> Aryan color.<br> <br> Book 3, Hymn XLVIII <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 4. ...Even from his birth-time Indra conquered<br> Tvastar, bore off the Soma and in<br> beakers drank it.<br> <br> Book 3, Hymn LII <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 14. Among the Kikatas what do thy cattle?<br> They pour no milky draught, they heat<br> no caldron.<br> <br> Book 4, Hymn XXX <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 20. For Divodasa, him who brought oblations,<br> Indra overthrew<br> A hundred fortresses of stone. (7)<br> <br> Book 4, Hymn XLIII <i>Asvins</i><br> <br> 6. Let Sindhu with his wave bedew your<br> horses: in fiery glow have the red birds<br> come hither...<br> <br> Book 4, Hymn LI <i>Dawn</i><br> <br> 2. The richly-colored Dawns have mounted<br> eastward, like pillars planted at our sacrifices.<br> <br> Book 4, Hymn LII <i>Dawn</i><br> <br> 1. This Lady, giver of delight, after her<br> Sister shining forth, Daughter of heaven,<br> hath shown herself.<br> 2. Unfailing, Mother of the Kine, in color<br> like a bright red mare...<br> <br> Book 5, Hymn I <i>Agni</i><br> <br> Agni is wakened by the people's fuel to<br> meet the Dawn who cometh like a milch-<br> cow.<br> Like young trees shooting up on high<br> their branches, his flames are rising to<br> the vault of heaven.<br> <br> Book 5, Hymn II <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 6. Mid mortal men godless have secreted the<br> King of all who live, home of the people.<br> so may the prayers of Atri give him free-<br> dom. Reproached in turn be those who<br> now reproach him. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(8)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 5, Hymn IV <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 9. ...Praised with our homage even as Atri<br> praised thee, O Agni, be the guardian<br> of our bodies.<br> 10...Vouchsafe us high renown, O Jatavedas,<br> and may I be immortal by my children. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(9)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 5, Hymn VII <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 10. ...Agni, may Atri overcome the Dasyus who<br> bestow no gifts, subdue the men who<br> give no food.<br> <br> Book 5, Hymn X <i>Agni</i><br> <br> </b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>6. ... And let the patrons of our rites subdue<br> all regions of the earth. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(10)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 5, Hymn XI <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 2. Ensign of sacrifice, the earliest Household-<br> Priest, the men have kindled Agni in<br> his threefold seat,<br> With Indra and the Gods together on the<br> grass let the wise Priest sit to complete<br> the sacrifice.<br> <br> Book 5, Hymn XII <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 2....I use no sorcery with might or falsehood:<br> the sacred Law of the Red Steer I follow.<br> 4. Who, Agni, in alliance with the foeman,<br> what splendid helpers won for them<br> their riches?<br> Agni, who guards the dwelling-place of<br> falsehood? Who are protectors of the<br> speech of liars?<br> 5. Agni, those friends of thine have turned<br> them from thee: gracious of old, they<br> have become ungracious.<br> They have deceived themselves by their<br> own speeches, uttering wicked words<br> against the righteous.<br> 6. He who pays sacrifice to thee with homage,<br> O Agni, keeps the Red Steer's Law<br> eternal..</b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(8)<br> <br> </b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>Book 5, Hymn XXXIII <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 3. ...Ascend this chariot, tho whose hand<br> wields thunder, and draw the rein, O<br> Lord of noble horses.<br> 4. Thou, because many lauds are thine, O<br> Indra, wast active warring in the fields<br> for cattle.<br> <br> Book 5, Hymn XLIII.7 <i>Visvedevas</i><br> <br> 7. As on his father's lap the son, the darling<br> so on the fire is set the sacred caldron,<br> Which holy singers deck, as if extending<br> and heating that which holds<br> the fatty membrane.<br> 11. From high heaven may Sarasvati the Holy<br> visit our sacrifice, and from the mountain.<br> <br> Book 6, Hymn XII <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 6. So mighty thou protectest us from slander,<br> O Champion, Agni! with all fires enkindled.<br> Bring opulence and drive away affliction.</b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(8)<br> <br> </b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>Book 6, Hymn XIV <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 3. The foeman's wealth in many a place,<br> Agni is emulous to help.<br> Men fight the fiend, and seek by rites to<br> overcome the riteless foe.<br> <br> Book 6, Hymn XXV <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 3. Those who array themselves as foes to<br> smite us, O Indra, be they kin or be<br> they strangers, <br> Strike thou their manly strength that it<br> be feeble, and drive in headlong flight<br> our foemen backward.<br> 4. With strength of limb the hero slays<br> the hero, when bright in arms they range<br> them for the combat.<br> when two opposing hosts contend in battle<br> for seed and offspring, waters, kine, or<br> corn-lands.<br> 6. He is the Lord of both these armies'<br> valour when the commanders call them<br> to conflict:...<br> <br> Book 6, Hymn LIII <i>Pusan</i><br> <br> 1. Lord of the path, O Pusan, we have<br> yoked and bound thee to our hymn,<br> Even as a car, to win the prize.<br> 4. Clear paths that we may win the prize,<br> scatter our enemies afar.<br> Strong God, be all our thoughts fulfilled.<br> 6. Thrust with thine awl, O Pusan: seek<br> that which the niggard's heart holds<br> dear,<br> And make him subject to our will.<br> 9. Thou bearest, glowing Lord! a gaod with<br> horny point that guides the cows:<br> Thence do we seek the gift of bliss.<br> <br> Book 6, Hymn LIV <i>Pusan</i><br> <br> 8. Pusan who listens to our prayers, the<br> Strong whose wealth is never lost,<br> The Lord of riches, we implore.<br> 10. From out the distance, far and wide, may<br> Pusan stretch his right hand forth,<br> And drive our lost again to us.<br> <br> Book 6, Hymn LV <i>Pusan</i><br> <br> 3. Bright God whose steeds are goats, thou<br> art a stream of wealth, a treasure-heap,<br> The Friend of every pious man.<br> <br> Book 6, Hymn LVI <i>Pusan</i><br> <br> 1. Whoso remembers Pusan as eater of min-<br> gled curd and meal<br> Need think no more upon the God.<br> 2. And he is best of charioteers. Indra, the<br> hero's Lord, allied<br> With him as Friend, destroys the foes.<br> <br> Book 6, Hymn LVII <i>Indra and Pusan</i><br> <br> 1. Indra and Pusan will we call for freind-<br> ship and prosperity<br> And for the winning of the spoil.<br> 2. One by the Soma sits to drink juice which<br> the mortar hath expressed:<br> The other longs for curd and meal.<br> <br> Book 6, Hymn LVIII.2 <i>Pusan</i><br> <br> 2. Goat-borne, the guard of cattle, he whose<br> home is strength, inspirer of the hymns,<br> set over all the world.</b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b> (11)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 7, Hymn VI <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 3. The foolish faithless, rudely-speaking<br> niggards, without belief or sacrifice or<br> worship, </b></font><font size="2" face="Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif"> </font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> Far far away hath Agni chased those<br> Dasyus, and, in the east, hath turned the<br> godless westward.<br> 5. Him who brake down the walls with<br> deadly weapons, and gave the Mornings<br> to a noble Husband,<br> Young Agni, who with conquering strength<br> subduing the tribes of Nahus made them<br> bring their tribute. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(12)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 7, Hymn VIII <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 1. ...Agni hath shone forth when<br> the dawn is breaking.<br> 4. Far famed is this the Bharata's own Agni:<br> he shineth like the Sun with lofty<br> splendour.<br> He who hath vanquished Puru in the<br> battle, the heavenly guest hath glowed<br> in full refulgence. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(13)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 7, Hymn XVIII <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 4. Vasistha hath poured forth is prayers,<br> desiring to milk thee like a cow in<br> goodly pasture.<br> All these my people call thee Lord of<br> cattle: may Indra come unto the<br> prayer we offer.<br> 5. What though the floods spread widely,<br> Indra made them shallow and easy for<br> Sudas to traverse.<br> He, worthy of our praises, caused the<br> Simyu, foe of our hymn, to curse the<br> river's fury </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(14)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> 11. The King who scattered one-and-twenty<br> people of both Vaikarna tribes through<br> lust of glory </b></font><font size="2" face="Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif"> </font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> As the skilled priest clips grass within the<br> chamber, so hath the Hero Indra<br> wrought their downfall.<br> 13. Indra at once with conquering might<br> demolished all their strong places and<br> their seven castles.<br> <br> Book 7, Hymn XXXII <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 3. Longing for wealth I call on him, the<br> Thunderer with the strong right hand,<br> As a son calleth on his sire.<br> 4. These Soma juices, mixed with curd, have<br> been expressed for Indra.<br> 8....The Giver blesses him who gives.<br> 9....Only the active conquers, dwells in peace,<br> and thrives: not for the niggard are the Gods.<br> 10. No one hath overturned or stayed the car<br> of him who freely gives...<br> <br> Book 7, Hymn XXXIII <i>Vasistha</i><br> <br> 1. These who wear hair-knots on the right, the<br> movers of holy thought, white-robed,<br> have won me over. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(15)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 7, Hymn XLI <i>Bhaga</i><br> <br> 1. Agni at dawn, and Indra we invoke at<br> dawn, and Varuna and Mitra, and the<br> Asvins twain:<br> Bhaga at dawn, Pusan, and Brahmanaspati,<br> Soma at dawn, Rudra we will invoke at dawn.<br> 2.We will invoke strong, early-conquering<br> Bhaga, the Son of Aditi, the great supporter:...<br> 6...Bhaga who discovers treasure.<br> <br> Book 7, Hymn XLVI <i>Rudra</i><br> <br> 1. To Rudra bring these songs, whose bow<br> is firm and strong, the self-dependent<br> God with swiftly-flying shafts.<br> 2....Come willingly to our doors that gladly<br> welcome thee, and heal all sickness,<br> Rudra, in our families.<br> 3. May thy bright arrow which shot down<br> by thee from heaven, flieth upon the<br> earth, pass us uninjured by.<br> Thou, very gracious God, hast thousand<br> medicines: inflict no evil on our sons<br> or progeny.<br> <br> Book 7, Hymn LXXXIII <i>Indra-Varuna</i><br> <br> 8. O Indra-Varuna, ye gave Sudas your aid<br> when the Ten Kings in battle compassed<br> him about.<br> There were the white-robed Trtsus with<br> their braided hair, skilled in song wor-<br> shipped you with homage and with hymn.<br> 5....To the Gods' banquet may we go with<br> riches. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods,<br> with blessings.<br> <br> Book 7, Hymn LXXXVIII <i>Varuna</i><br> <br> 3. When Varuna and I embark together<br> and urge our boat into the midst of ocean,<br> We, when we ride over ridges of the<br> waters, will swing within that swing<br> and there be happy. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(16)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 7, Hymn LXXXIX <i>Varuna</i><br> <br> 1. Let me not yet, King Varuna, enter into<br> the house of clay: </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(17)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.<br> <br> Book 7, Hymn XCV <i>Sarasvati</i><br> <br> 1. This stream Sarasvati with fostering<br> current comes forth, our sure defense,<br> our fort of iron.<br> As on a car, the flood flows on, surpassing<br> in majesty and might all other waters.<br> 2. Pure in her course from mountains to<br> the ocean, alone of streams Sarasvati<br> hath listened. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(18)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 7, Hymn XCVI <i>Sarasvati</i><br> <br> 1. I sing a lofty song, for she is mightiest,<br> most divine of Steams...<br> <br> Book 7, Hymn XCIX <i>Visnu</i><br> <br> 1. Men come not nigh thy majesty who<br> growest beyond all bound and measure<br> with thy body...<br> 2....The vast high vault of heaven hast thou<br> supported and fixed earth's eastern<br> pinnacle securely.<br> <br> Book 7, Hymn C <i>Visnu</i><br> <br> 1...Never doth the man repent, who, seeking<br> profit, bringeth his gift to the far-striding<br> Visnu.<br> 3. Three times strode forth this God in all<br> his grandeur over this earth bright with<br> a hundred splendours....<br> 6. ...Hide not this form from us, nor keep it<br> secret, since thou didst wear another<br> shape in battle.<br> <br> Book 7, Hymn CII <i>Parjanya</i><br> <br> 2. Parjanya is the God who forms in kine,<br> in marees, in plants of earth<br> And womankind, the germ of life.<br> <br> Book 7, Hymn CIV <i>Indra-Soma</i><br> <br> 1. Indra and Soma, burn, destroy the demon<br> foe, send downward, O ye Bulls, those<br> who add gloom to gloom.<br> 4. ...Yea, forge out of the mountains your<br> celestial dart wherewith ye burn to death<br> the waxing demon race.<br> 5. Indra and Soma, cast ye downward out<br> of heaven your deadly darts of stone<br> burning with fiery flame.<br> 19. Hurl down from heaven thy bolt of stone,<br> O Indra: sharpen it, Maghavan, made<br> keen by Soma.<br> ....smite down the demons with thy<br> rocky weapon.<br> 20...now let him cast his bolt at<br> fiendish wizards.<br> 22. Destroy the fiend shaped like an owl or<br> owlet, destroy him in the form of dog<br> or cuckoo.<br> Destroy him shaped as eagle or as vulture:<br> as with a stone, O Indra, crush the<br> demon.<br> 23. Let not the fiend of witchcraft-workers<br> reach us: may Dawn drive off the<br> couples of Kimidins.<br> 24. Slay the male demon, Indra! slay the<br> female, joying and triumphing in arts of<br> magic.<br> Let the fools' gods with bent necks fall<br> and perish, and see no more the Sun<br> when he arises. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(19)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 8, Hymn I <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 17. Press out the Soma with the stones, and<br> in the waters wash it clean.<br> The men investing it with raiment made<br> of milk shall milk it forth from out the<br> stems.<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn II <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 2. Washed by the men, pressed out with<br> stones, strained through the filter made<br> of wool.<br> 'Tis like a courser bathed in stream.<br> 3. This juice have we made sweet for thee<br> like barley, blending it with milk.<br> 8. Three reservoirs exude their drops, filled<br> are three beakers to the brim,<br> All for one offering to the God.<br> 9. Pure art thou, set in many a place, and<br> blended in the midst with milk<br> And curd, to cheer the Hero best.<br> 10. Here, Indra, are thy Soma-draughts pressed<br> out by us, the strong, the pure:<br> They crave admisture of the milk.<br> 11. O Indra, pour in milk, prepare the cake<br> and mix the Soma-draught:<br> I hear them say that thou art rich.<br> 12. Quaffed juices fight within the breast.<br> The drunken praise not by their wine, </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(20)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> The naked praise not when it rains.<br> 14. Foe of the man who adds no milk, he<br> heeds not any chanted hymn<br> Or holy psalm that may be sung.<br> 40. Shaped as a Ram, Stone-hurler! once<br> thou camest hither to the son<br> Of Kanva, wise Mdhyatithi.<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn IV<i> Indra</i><br> <br> 4....Soma pressed in the mortar didst thou<br> take and drink, and hence hast won<br> surpassing might.<br> 8. On his left him the Hero hath reclined<br> himself: the proffered feast offends him<br> not.<br> The milk is blended with the honey of<br> the bee; quickly come hither, haste,<br> and drink.<br> 9. Indra, thy friend is fair of form and rich<br> in horses, cars, and kine.<br> He evermore hath food accompanied by<br> wealth, and radiant joins the company.<br> 10. Come like a thirsty antelope to the drink-<br> ing place: drink Soma to thy heart's desire.<br> 14. To the brown juice may his dear vigorous<br> Bay Steeds bring Indra, to our holy<br> task.<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn VI <i>Indra<br> </i><br> 19. Indra, these spotted cows yield thee their<br> butter and the milky draught;<br> Aiders, thereby, of sacrifice.<br> 28. There where the mountains downward<br> slope, there by the meeting of the streams<br> The Sage was manifest with song.<br> 29. Thence, marking, from his lofty place<br> downward he looks upon the sea..<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn VII <i>Maruts</i><br> <br> 4. The Maruts spread the mist abroad and<br> make mountains rock and reel...<br> 25. They deck themselves for glory<br> celestial, lightning in their hands,<br> And helms of gold upon their heads.<br> 26. When eagerly ye from far away came to<br> the cavern of the Bull<br> he bellowed in his fear like Heaven.<br> 32. ...our Maruts who<br> Wield thunder and wear swords of gold.<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn IX.19 <i>Asvins</i><br> <br> 19. When yellow stalks give forth the juice, as<br> cows from udders pour their milk,<br> And voices sound the song of praise, the<br> Asvins worshippers show first.<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn XLI <i>Varuna</i><br> <br> 3. The nights he hath encompassed, and<br> stablished the morns with magic art:<br> visible over all is he...<br> 4. He, visible over all the earth, stablished<br> the quarters of the sky:...<br> 9. ...Firm is the sea of Varuna: over the<br> Seven he rules as King.<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn XLVI <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 12. ...All races of mankind with ladles lifted up<br> invoke the Mighty Indra's aid.<br> 19....O thou who stirrest thought.<br> 23. Ten browns that make my wealth increase,<br> fleet steeds whose tails are long and fair,<br> </b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>Turn with swift whirl my chariot wheel;<br> <br> Book 8, XLVIII <i>Soma</i><br> <br> 1. Wisely have I enjoyed the savoury viand,<br> religious-thoughted, best to find out<br> treasure,<br> The food to which all Deities and mortals,<br> calling it meath, gather themselves<br> together.<br> 3. We have drunk Soma and become<br> immortal; we have attained the light,<br> the Gods discovered...<br> 5. These glorious drops that give me freedom<br> have I drunk. Closely they knit my<br> joins as straps secure a car.<br> Let them protect my foot from slipping<br> on the way: yea, let the drops I drink<br> preserve me from disease.<br> 6. Make me shine bright like fire produced by<br> friction: give us a clearer sight and<br> make us better.<br> 10...This Soma now deposited within me. For<br> this, I pray for longer life to Indra.<br> 11. Our maladies have lost their strength and<br> vanished: they feared, and passed away<br> into darkness.<br> Soma hath risen in us, exceeding mighty,<br> and we are come where men prolong<br> existence.<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn LIII <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 2. Crush with thy foot, the niggard churls<br> who bring no gifts. Mighty art thou:<br> There is not one to equal thee.<br> 3. Thou art the Lord of Soma pressed,<br> Soma unpressed is also thine...<br> 5. Even that hill with rocky heights, with<br> hundreds, thousands, held within<br> thou for thy worshippers brakest through.<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn LVII <i>Indra<br> </i><br> 7. Him, for his ample bounty, him, this<br> Indra do I urge to drink,<br> Who, as his praise was sung of old, the<br> Dancer, is the Lord of men.<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn LXI <i>Agni</i><br> <br> 9. Three times the newly-kindled flame pro-<br> ceeds around the sacrifice:<br> The priests anoint it with the meath.<br> 10. With reverence they drain the fount that<br> circles with its wheel above<br> Exhaustless, with the mouth below,<br> 11. The pressing-stones are set at work: the<br> meath is poured into the tank,<br> At the out-shedding of the fount.<br> 12. Ye cows, protect the found: the two<br> Mighty Ones bless the sacrifice.<br> The handles twain are wrought of gold.<br> 13. Pour on the juice the ornament which<br> reaches both the heaven and earth:<br> Supply the liquid to the Bull.<br> 17. I took some Soma when the Sun rose up,<br> O Mitra, Varuna.<br> That is the sick man's medicine.<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn LXXI <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 5. This Soma here expressed with stones and<br> dressed with milk for thy carouse,<br> Indra, is offered up to thee.<br> 7. The Soma, Indra, which is shed in chalices<br> and vats for thee,<br> Drink thou, for thou art Lord thereof.<br> 8. The Soma seen within the vats, as in the<br> Flood the Moon is seen,<br> Drink thou, for thou art Lord thereof.<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn LXXXI <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 3. Indra the Dancer be to us the giver of<br> abundant strength:<br> May he, the Mighty, bring it near.<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn LXXXV <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 3. The mightiest force is Indra's bolt of iron<br> when firmly grasped in both the arms<br> of Indra...<br> 4. I count thee as the Holiest of the Holy,<br> the casterdown of what hath never been<br> shaken...<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn LXXXVI <i>Indra</i><br> <br> 3. The riteless, godless man who sleeps, O<br> Indra, his unbroken sleep, </b></font><font size="2" face="Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif"> </font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> May he by following his own devices die.<br> Hide from him wealth that nourishes.<br> 12. The Holy sages form a ring, looking and<br> singing to the Ram.<br> Inciters, full of vigour, not to be deceived,<br> are with the chanters, night to hear.<br> <br> Book 8, Hymn LXXXIX <i>Indra-Vak</i><br> <br> 10. When, uttering words which no one com-<br> prehended, Vak, Queen of Gods, the<br> Gladdener, was seated,<br> The heaven's four regions drew forth drink<br> and vigour: now whither hath her<br> noblest portion vanished? (21)<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn I <i>Soma Pavamna</i><br> <br> 2. Friend-queller, Friend of all men, he hath<br> with the wood attained unto<br> His place, his iron-fashioned home.<br> <br> 4. Flow onward with thy juice unto the<br> banquet of the Mighty Gods:<br> Flow hither for our strength and fame.<br> 6. By means of this eternal fleece may Surya's<br> Daughter purify<br> Thy Soma that is foaming forth.<br> <br> Book 9, Book VII <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> <br> 6. Dear golden-coloured, in the fleece he<br> sinks and settles in the wood:...<br> <br> Book 9, Book VIII Soma Pavamana<br> <br> 5. When through the filter thou art poured,<br> we clothe thee with a robe of milk<br> To be a gladdening draught for Gods.<br> 6. When purified within the jars, Soma, bright-<br> red and golden-hued,<br> Hath clothed him with a robe of milk.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XI, <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> <br> 4. Sing a praise-song to Soma brown of hue,<br> of independent might,<br> The Red who reaches up to heaven.<br> 5. Purify Soma when effused with stones which<br> hands move rapidly,<br> And pour the sweet milk in the meath,<br> 6. With humble homage draw ye nigh; blend<br> the libation with the curds:<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XII, <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> <br> 3. In the stream's wave wise Soma dwells,<br> distilling rapture, in his seat,<br> Resting upon a wild-cow's hide.<br> 4. Far-sighted Soma, Sage and Seer, is wor-<br> shipped in the central point<br> Of heaven, the straining-cloth of wool.<br> 5. In close embraces Indu holds Soma when<br> poured within the jars.<br> And on the purifying sieve.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XVI <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>7. Swelling, as 'twere, to heights of heaven,<br> the stream of the creative juice<br> Falls lightly on the cleansing sieve.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XVII <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> <br> 3. With swelling wave the gladdening drink,<br> the Soma, flows into the sieve..<br> 4. It hastens to the pitchers, poured upon<br> the sieve it waxes strong.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XX, <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> <br> 1. Forth through the straining-cloth the<br> Sage flows to the banquet of the Gods,<br> Subduing all our enemies.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XXII <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> <br> 3. These Soma juices, blent with curds,<br> purified, skilled in sacred hymns..<br> 4. Immortal, cleansed, these drops, since<br> first they flowed, have never wearied, fain<br> To reach the regions and their paths.<br> 5. Advancing they have travelled over the<br> ridges of the earth and heaven...<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XXII <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> <br> 1. Swift Soma drops have been effused in<br> streams of meath..<br> 4. The living Somas being cleansed diffuse<br> exhilarating drink,<br> Turned to the vat which drips with meath...<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XXV <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> Green-Hued! as one who giveth strength<br> flow on for Gods to drink, a draught<br> For Vayu and the Marut host.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XXVII <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> <br> 1. This Sage, exalted by our lauds, flows to<br> the purifying cloth,<br> Scattering foes as he is cleansed.<br> 2. As giving power and winning light, for<br> Indra and for Vayu he<br> Is poured upon the filtering-cloth.<br> 3. The men conduct him, Soma, Steer,<br> Omniscient, and the Head of Heaven,<br> Effused into the vats of wood.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XXX <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> <br> 4. Hither hath Pavamana flowed, Soma<br> flowed hither in a stream,<br> To settle in the vats of wood.<br> 5. To waters with the stones they drive thee<br> tawny-hued, most rich in sweets,<br> O Indu, to be Indra's drink.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XXXXXIII <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> <br> 2. With stream of sacrifice the brown bright<br> drops have flowed with strength in store<br> Of kine into the wooden vatas.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XXXXXIV <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> <br> 3. With stones they press the Soma forth<br> the Strong conducted by the strong:<br> They milk the liquor out with skill.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XXXVII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>6. Urged onward by the sage, the God<br> speeds forward to the casks of wood,<br> Indu to Indra willingly.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XLVI <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>3. Pressed inthe mortar, these, the drops of<br> juice, the Somas rich in food,<br> Give strength to Indra with their work.<br> 4. Deft-handed men, run hither, seize the<br> brilliant juices blent with meal,<br> And cook with milk the gladdening draught.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LVII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>2. He flows beholding on his way all well-<br> beloved sacred lore,<br> Green-tinted, brandishing his arms.<br> 3....sits as a falcon in the wood.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> </i></b></font></p> <p><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>5. Fair is the God-loved juice; the plant is<br> washed in waters, pressed by men:<br> The milch-kine sweeten it with milk.<br> 7...Finding thine home in vats of wood.<br> 9. As giving room and freedom, as most<br> sweet, pour butter forth and milk...<br> 19. Pouring all glories hither, he, effused and<br> entering the jar,<br> Stands like a hero mid the kine.<br> 21. Pour for the Gods into the sieve our<br> Soma very rich in sweets,<br> Him whom the Gods most gladly hear.<br> 28. Like showers of rain that fall from heaven<br> thy streams perpetually flow<br> To the bright fleece spread under them.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXIII <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> <br> 4. These Somas swift and brown of hue, in<br> stream of solemn sacrifice<br> Have flowed through twisted obstacles.<br> 10...pour the drops upon the fleecy cloth.<br> 13...pouring the juice within the jar.<br> 15. Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the<br> Somas, blent with curdled milk..<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXIV <i>Soma Pavamana</i><br> <br> 11...flowed to purifying seive..<br> 13. Flow onward with a stream for food,<br> made beautiful by sapient men:<br> Indu with sheen approach the milk.<br> 14. While thou art cleansed, Song-Lover,<br> bring comfort and viour to the folk,<br> Poured, Tawny One! on milk and curds.<br> 16. Accelerated by the hymn, the rapid<br> drops of Soma juice<br> Have flowed, urged onward, to the lake.<br> 17. ...Yea, to the place of sacrifice.<br> 19. Loud neighs the Course Etasa, with<br> singers, harnessed for the place,<br> Guided for travel to the lake.<br> 26. Yea, Soma, Indu, while thou art purified<br> do thou bring to us<br> Speech thousanfold tht longs for war.<br> 27. O Indu, Much-invoked, while thou art<br> purifying, as the Friend,<br> Of these men enter thou the lake.<br> 28. Bright are these Somas blent with milk,<br> with light that flashes brilliantly.<br> </b></font></p> <p><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>Book 9, Hymn LXV <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>22. The Soma juices which have been<br> expressed afar or near at hand,<br> Or there on Saryanavan's bank<br> 23. Those pressed among Arjikas, pressed<br> among the active, in men's homes,<br> Or pressed among the Races Five...</b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(22)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXVI <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>9. The virgins deck thee over fresh streams to<br> drive thee to the sieve when thou,<br> A singer, bathest in the wood.<br> 11. They have been poured upon the fleece<br> towards the meath-distilling vat..<br> 12. Like milch-kine coming home, the drops<br> of Soma juice have reached the lake,<br> have reached the place of sacrifice.<br> 13. O Indu, to our great delight the running<br> waters flow to us,<br> When thou wilt robe thyself in milk.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXVII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>14. The Falcon dips within the jars: he wraps<br> him in his robe and goes<br> Loud roaring to the vats of wood.<br> 15. Soma, thy juice hath been effused and<br> poured into the pitcher: like<br> a rapid hawk it rushes on.<br> 32. Whoever reads the essence stored by saints,<br> the Pavamani hymns,<br> Sarasvati draws forth for him water and<br> butter, milk and meath.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXVIII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>1. The drops of Soma juice like cows who<br> yield their milk have flowed forth, rich<br> in meath, unto the Shining One,<br> And seated on the grass, raising their<br> voice, assumed the milk, the covering<br> robe wherewith the udders stream.<br> 4...The stalk is mixed with grain: he comes<br> led by the men together with the sisters,<br> and preserves the Head.<br> 9...Soma, while he is filtered, settles in the jars.<br> With milk and waters is he decked when<br> pressed with stones: Indu, when purified,<br> shall find sweet rest and room.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXIX <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>2....the drop rising in sweet juice, is<br> flowing through the fleece.<br> 3. He flows about the sheepskin, longing for a bride:...<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXX <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>7. The fearful Bull is bellowing with violent<br> might, far-sighted, sharpening his yellow-<br> coloured horns.<br> Soma assumes his seat in the well-fashioned<br> place: the cowhide and the sheepskin<br> are his ornament.<br> 8. Bright, making pure his body free from<br> spot and stain, on the sheep's back the<br> Golden-coloured hath flowed down.<br> Acceptabele to Mitra, Vayu, Varuna, he<br> is prepared as threefold meath by<br> skillful men.</b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b> (23)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXXII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>1. They cleanse the Gold-hued: like a red<br> Steed is he yoked, and Soma in the jar<br> is mingled with the milk.<br> 5. O Indra, urged by arms of men and poured<br> in streams, Soma flows on for thee after<br> his Godlike kind.<br> Plans thou fulfillest, gatherest thoughts for<br> sacrifice: in the bowls sits the Gold-<br> hued like a roosting bird.<br> 6. Sages well-skilled in work, intelligent,<br> drain out the stalk that roars, the Sage,<br> the Everlasting One.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXXIII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>3. With sanctifying gear they sit around the<br> Song: their ancient Father guards their<br> holy work from harm.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXXIV <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>2. A far-extended pillar that supports the sky,<br> the Soma-stalk filled full, moves itself<br> every way.<br> 5...he swells with sap for man the<br> skin which gods enjoy.<br> 7. Soma assumes white colour when he strives<br> to gain: the bounteous Asura knows<br> full many a precious boon.<br> Down the steep slope, through the song, he<br> comes to the sacrifice, and he will burst the<br> water-holding cask of heaven.<br> 8. Yea, to the shining milk-anointed beaker,<br> as to his goal, hath stepped the conquer-<br> ing Courser...<br> 9. Soma, thy juice when thou art blended<br> with the streams, flows, Pavamana,<br> through the long wool of the sheep.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXXV <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>3. Sending forth flashes he hath bellowed to<br> the jars, led by the men into the golden<br> reservoir.<br> 4. Pressed by the stones, with hymns and<br> gracously inclined, illuminating both<br> the Parents, Heaven and Earth,<br> He flows in ordered season onward through<br> the fleece, a current of sweet juice still<br> swelling day by day.<br> 5. Flow onward, Soma, flow to bring pros-<br> perity: cleansed by the men, invest<br> thee with the milky draught.<br> What gladdening drinks thou hast, foaming,<br> exceeding strong, even with these incite<br> Indra to give us wealth.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXXVI <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>5. Like as a bull to herds, thou flowest to the<br> pail, bellowing as a steer upon the water's<br> lap.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXXVIII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>1...The fleece retains his solid parts as though<br> impure, and bright and cleansed he seeks<br> the special place of Gods.<br> 2. Thou, Soma, art effused for Indra by the<br> men, balmed in the wood as a wave, Sage,<br> Viewer of mankind.<br> Full many are the paths whereon thou<br> mayest go: a thousand bay steeds hast<br> thou resting in the bowls.<br> 4....the drop most sweet<br> to taste, weal-bringing red of hue.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXXVIX <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>3. Yea, verily, foe of hate shown to himself<br> is he, yea, verily destroyer too of other<br> hate.<br> As thirst subdueth in the desert, conquer<br> thou, O Soma Pavamana, men of evil<br> thoughts.<br> 4. ...The press-stones chew and crunch thee<br> on the ox's hide: sages have milked<br> thee with their hands into the streams.<br> 5. So do they hurry on thy strong and beateous<br> juice, O Indu, as the first ingredient<br> of the draught.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXXX <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>2. Thou, powerful Soma, thou to whom the<br> cows have lowed, ascendest bright with<br> sheen, thine iron-fashioned home. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(24)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXXXI <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>1. Onward to Indra's throat move, beautiously<br> adorned, the waves of Soma as he<br> purifies himself,<br> When they, brought forward with the<br> lovely curd of kine, effused, have cheered<br> the Hero to bestow his gifts.<br> 2. Hither hath Soma flowed unto the beakers,<br> like a chariot-horse, a stallion swift upon<br> his way.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXXXII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>1..While purified he passes through the<br> filtering fleece to seat him hawk-like on<br> the place that drops with oil.<br> 2. To glory goest thou, Sage with disposing<br> skill, like a groomed steed thou rushest<br> forward to the prize.<br> O Soma, be thou gracious, driving off<br> distress: thou goest, clothed in butter,<br> to a robe of state.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXXXIII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>1. Spread is thy cleansing filter, Brahmanas-<br> pati: as Prince, thou enterest its limbs<br> from every side.<br> The raw, whose mass hath not been heated<br> gains not this: they only which are<br> dressed, which bear, attain to it.<br> 2. High in the seat of heaven is spread the<br> Scorcher's sieve: its threads are standing<br> separate, glittering with light.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXXXIV <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>4. Winner of thousands, he, this Soma, flows<br> along, raising a vigorous voice that<br> wakens with the dawn.<br> Indu with winds drives on the ocean of<br> the air, he sinks within the jars, he<br> rests in Indra's heart. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(25)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><i><br> <br> </i>Book 9, Hymn LXXXV <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>5. Roaring within the beaker thou art balmed<br> with milk: thou passest through the<br> fleecy filter all at once.<br> Carefully cleansed and decked like a prize-<br> winning steed, O Soma, thou hast<br> flowed down within Indra's throat.</b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b> (26)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> 7. ...The filtering juices hasten to their eulogy,<br> the drops that gladden find their way<br> to Indra's heart.</b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b> (26)<br> <br> </b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>Book 9, Hymn LXXXVI <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>1. Thy gladdening draughts, O Pavamana,<br> ..rich in meath, rest in the reservoir.<br> 4. Fleet as swift steeds, thy drops, divine,<br> thought-swift, have been, O pavamana,<br> poured with milk into the vat.<br> 6. ...When on the sieve the Golden-hued is<br> cleansed, he rests within the vats as one<br> who seats him in his place.<br> 7. ...He speeds with thousand currents to the<br> reservoir, and passes through the filter<br> bellowing as a bull.<br> 9. ...Soma flows on obtaining Indra's friendly<br> love, and, as they purify him, settles<br> in the jars.<br> 11. The vigorous and far-seeing one, the<br> Lord of heaven, flows, shouting to the<br> beaker, with his thousand streams.<br> Coloured like gold he rests in seats where<br> Mitra dwells, the Steer made beautiful<br> by rivers and by sheep.<br> 18. O Soma, Indu, while they cleanse thee<br> pour on us accumulated, plentiful,<br> nutritious food,<br> Which, ceaseless, thrice a day shall yield<br> us hero power enriched with store of<br> nourishment, and strength, and meath.<br> 22. Flow onward, Soma, in thine own celestial<br> forms, flow, Indu, poured within the<br> beaker and the sieve.<br> Sinking into the throat of Indra with a<br> roar, led by the men thou madest Surya<br> mount to heaven.<br> 23. Pressed out with stones thou flowest<br> onward to the sieve, O Indu, entering<br> the depths of Indra's throat. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(26)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> 47. Thy streams that flow forth rapidly<br> collected run over the fine fleece of the<br> sheep as thou art cleansed.<br> When, Indu, thou art balmed with milk<br> within the bowl, thou sinkest in the<br> jars, O Soma, when expressed.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn LXXXVIII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>4....Like Pedu's horse who killed the brood<br> of serpents, thus thou, O Soma, slayest<br> every Dasyu.<br> 6. These Somas passing through the<br> fleecy filter, like rain descending from the<br> clouds of heaven,<br> Have been effused and poured into the<br> beakers, swiftly like rivers running lowly<br> seaward.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XCI <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>2. The drop of Soma, pressed by wise<br> Nahusyas, becomes the banquet of the<br> Heavenly People- (27)<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XCII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>...The Rsis came to him, seven holy singers,<br> when in the bowls he settled as Invoker. (28)<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XCIII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>2. As youth to damsel, so with milk he hastens<br> on to the chosen meeting-place, the beaker.<br> 3. Yea, swollen is the udder of the milch-<br> cow: thither in streams goes very<br> sapient Indu. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(29)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XCV <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>1. Loud neighs the Tawny Steed when<br> started, settling deep in the wooden<br> vessel while they cleanse him.<br> Led by the men he takes the milk for<br> raiment: then shall he, through his<br> powers, engender praise-songs. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(30)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XCVI <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>14. Pour, hundred-streamed, winner of thousands,<br> mighty at the Gods' banquet,<br> pour the rain of heaven.<br> While thou with rivers roarest in the<br> beaker, and blent with milk prolongest<br> our existence.<br> 20. Like a fair youth who decorates his body,<br> a courser rushing to the gain of riches,<br> A steer to herds, so, flowing to the pitcher,<br> he with a roar hath passed into the<br> beakers.<br> 22. His streams have been effused in all their<br> fullness, and he hath entered, balmed<br> with milk, the goblets...<br> 23. Chasing our foes thou comest Pavamana!<br> Indu, besung, as lover to his darling.<br> As a bird flies and settles in the forest,<br> thus Soma settles, purified, in goblets.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XCVII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>3. Dear, he is brightened on the fleecy<br> summit, a Prince among us..<br> 4. ...Let him flow, sweetly-flavoured, through<br> the filter, and let our pious one rest in<br> the pitcher.<br> 19. For the God's service, for delight, O Indu,<br> run over the height, run over the fleecy<br> summit.<br> With thousand streams, inviolate, sweet-<br> scented, flow on for gain of strength<br> that conquers heroes. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(31)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> 45. ...Cleansed, he hath settled in his wooden<br> dwelling</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>: Indu hath flowed with milk<br> and with waters.<br> 46. Strong, wise, for thee who longest for his<br> coming this Soma here flows to the<br> bowls, O Indra.<br> 47. ...Finding his threefold refuge in the waters,<br> goes singing, as a priest, to the assemblies.<br> 48. Now, chariot-borne, flow unto us, God<br> Soma, as thou art purified flow to the<br> saucers.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn XCVIII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>11. These ancient Somas, at the break of day,<br> have flowed into the sieve...<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn C <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>4. Thy stream when thou art pressed runs<br> on like some victorious warrior's steed.<br> Hastening onward through the fleece like<br> a swift horse who wins the prize.<br> 5. Flow on, Sage Soma, with thy stream to<br> give us mental power and strength,<br> Effused for Indra, for his drink, for Mitra<br> and for Varuna.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn CI <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>12. These Soma juices, skilled in song, puri-<br> fied, blent with milk and curd,<br> When moving and when firmly laid in<br> oil, resemble lovely Suns.<br> 16. Soma upon the ox's skin through the<br> sheep's wool flows purified.<br> Bellowing out, the Tawny Steer goes on<br> to Indra's special place. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(32)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 9, Hymn CIII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>2. Blended with milk and curds he flows on<br> through the long wool of the sheep...<br> 3. On through the long wool of the sheep to<br> the meath-dropping vat he flows:<br> The Rsis' sevenfold quire hath sung aloud<br> to him.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn CIV <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>3. Purify him who gives us power, that he,<br> most Blessed One, may be<br> A banquet for the Troop, Mitra, and Varuna.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn CVI <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>11. With songs they send the Mighty forth,<br> sporting in wood, above the fleece:<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn CVII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>10. Effused by stones, O Soma, and urged<br> through the long wool of the sheep,<br> Thou, entering the saucers as a man the<br> fort, gold-hued hast settled in the wood.<br> 18. Purified in the bowl..the Mighty One hath<br> clad himself with milk and settled in the vats.<br> 22. Making thee pure and bright in the sheep's<br> long wool, thou hast bellowed, steer-<br> like, in the wood.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn CIX <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>12. They deck the Gold-hued Infant, newly-<br> born, even Soma, Indu, in the sieve for Gods.<br> 15. All Deities are wont to drink of him,<br> pressed by the men and blent with mik<br> and curds.<br> 16. He hath flowed forth with thousand streams<br> effused, flowed through the filter and<br> the sheep's long wool.<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn CX <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>10. In the sheep's wool hath Soma Pavamana<br> flowed, while they cleanse him, like a<br> playful infant..<br> <br> Book 9, Hymn CXII <i>Soma Pavamana<br> <br> </i>7. O Pavamana, place me in that deathless,<br> undecaying world<br> Wherein the light of heaven is set, and<br> everlasting lustre shines. Flow, Indu,<br> flow for Indra's sake.<br> 8. Make me immortal in that realm where<br> dwells the King, Vivasvan's Son,<br> Where is the secret shrine of heaven,<br> where are those waters young and fresh,<br> Flow, Indu, flow for Indra's sake.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn XXII <i>Indra<br> <br> </i>8. Around us is the Dasyu, riteless, void of<br> sense, inhuman, keeping alien laws.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn XXIII <i>Indra<br> <br> </i>1. Indra, whose right hand wields the bolt,<br> we worship, driver of Bay Steeds seeking<br> sundered courses.<br> Shaking his beard with might he hath<br> arisen, casting his weapons forth and<br> dealing bounties.</b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(33)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> 4. With him too is this rain of his that<br> comes like herds: Indra throws drops<br> of moisture on his yellow beard.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn XXV <i>Soma<br> <br> </i>11. This to the sage who offers gifts brings<br> power that comes from wealth in kine.<br> This, better than the seven, hath </b></font><font size="2" face="Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif">  </font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>at your </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(34)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> glad carouse </b></font><font size="2" face="Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular, sans-serif"> </font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b> furthered the blind, the<br> cripple. Thou art waxing great.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn XXVII <i>Indra<br> <br> </i>1. This, singer, is my firm determination,<br> to aid the worshipper who pours the Soma...<br> 2. The will I, when I lead my friends to<br> battle against the radiant persons of the<br> godless,<br> Prepare for thee at home a vigorous<br> bullock, and pour for thee the fifteen-<br> told strong juices </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(35)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> 5. None hinder me in mine heroic exploits,<br> no, not the mountains when I will and<br> purpose.<br> Even the deaf will tremble at my roaring,<br> and every day will dust be agitated.<br> 6. To see the Indraless oblation-drinkers,<br> mean offerers, overtaken by destruction!..<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn XXIX <i>Indra<br> <br> </i>6. Thine are two measures, Indra, wide-well-<br> meted, heaven for thy majesty, earth for<br> thy wisdom.<br> Here for thy choice are Somas mixed with<br> butter: may the sweet meath be pleasant<br> for thy drinking.<i><br> </i>7. They have poured out a bowl to him, to<br> Indra, full of sweet juice, for faithful<br> in his bounty.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn XXX <i>Waters<br> <br> </i>8. Send forth to him the meath-rich wave,<br> O Rivers, which is your offspring and<br> a well of sweetness,<br> Oil-balmed, to be implored at sacrifices.<br> Ye wealthy Waters, hear mine invocation.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn XXXI <i>Visvedevas<br> <br> </i>Earth, when the first son sprang from<br> sire and mother, cast up the Sami, that<br> which men were seeking. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(36)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 10, Hymn XXXV <i>Visvedevas</i><br> <br> 9. This day we pray with innocense in strew-<br> ing grass, adjusting pressing-stones, and<br> perfecting the hymn...<br> 10. To our great holy grass I bid the Gods at<br> morn to banquet, and will seat them as<br> the seven priests, <br> <br> Book 10, Hymn XXXVII <i>Surya<br> <br> </i>12. If, by some grievous sin, we have provoked<br> the Gods, O Deities, with the tongue or<br> thoughtlessness of heart,<br> That guilt, O Vasus, lay upon the Evil<br> One, on him who ever leads us into<br> deep distress. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(37)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 10, Hymn XXXIX <i>Asvins<br> <br> </i>1. ...Asvins, your swiftly-rolling circumambient<br> Car which he who worships must invoke<br> at eve and dawn.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn XLIX <i>Indra Vaikuntha<br> <br> </i>3. ..As Susna's slayer I brandished the dart<br> of death: I gave not up the Aryan<br> name to Dasyu foes.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn LIII <i>Agni Saucika Gods<br> <br> </i>9. Tvastar, most deft of workmen, knew each<br> magic art, bringing most blessed bowls<br> that hold the drink of Gods.<br> His axe, wrought of good metal, he is<br> sharpening now, wherewith the radiant<br> Brahmanaspati will cut.<br> 10. Now, O ye Sapient Ones, make ye the<br> axes sharp wherewith ye fashion bowls<br> to hold the Amrta.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn LV <i>Indra<br> <br> </i>6. Strong is the Red Bird in his strength,<br> great Hero, who from of old hath had<br> no nest to dwell in. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(39)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 10, Hymn LVI <i>Visevedas<br> <br> </i>6. In two ways have the sons established in<br> his place the Asura who finds the light,<br> by the third act, </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(40)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> As fathers, they have set their heritage<br> on earth, their offspring, as a thread<br> continuously spun out.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn LVIII <i>Manas or Spirit<br> <br> </i>2. Thy spirit, that went far away, that passed<br> away to earth and heaven,<br> We cause to come to thee again that thou<br> mast live and sojourn here. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(41)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 10, Hymn LXII <i>Visedevas, Etc.<br> <br> </i>10. Yadu and Turva, too, have given two<br> Dasas, well-disposed, to serve,<br> Together with great store of kine. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(42)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 10, Hymn LXIX <i>Agni<br> <br> </i>6. All treasures hast thou won, of plains and<br> mountains, and quelled the Dasas' and<br> Aryas' hatred...</b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(42)<br> <br> </b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>Book 10, Hymn LXX <i>Apris<br> <br> </i>10. Well-knowing, binding with thy cord, bring<br> hither, Lored of the Wood, the Deities'<br> assembly. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(43)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 10, Hymn LXXV <i>The Rivers<br> <br> </i>5. Favour ye this my laud, O Ganga, Yamuna,<br> O Sutudri, Parusni and Sarasvati:<br> With Asikni, Vitasta, O Marudvradha, O<br> Arjikiya with Susoma hear my call. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(44)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> <br> Book 10, Hymn LXXXI <i>Visvakavman<br> <br> </i>4. What was the tree, what wood in sooth<br> produced it, from which they fashioned<br> out the earth and heaven?<br> Ye thoughtful men inquire within your<br> spirit whereon he stood when he<br> established all things.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn XCIV <i>Press-stones<br> <br> </i>1...When, rich with Soma juice, Stones<br> of the mountain, ye, united, swift to<br> Indra bring the sound of praise.<br> 2. They speak out like a hundred, like a<br> thousand men: they cry aloud to us<br> with their green-tinted mouths.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn CV <i>Indra<br> <br> </i>1.When, Vasu, wilt thou love the laud?<br> Now let the channel bring the stream.<br> The juice is ready to ferment.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn CX <i>Apris<br> <br> </i>4. By rule the Sacred Grass is scattered east-<br> ward, a robe to clothe this earth when<br> dawns are breaking:...<br> 5. Let the expansive Doors be widely opened,<br> like wives who deck their beauty for<br> their husbands.<br> Lofty, celestial, all-impelling Portals,<br> admit the Gods and give them easy<br> entrance.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn CXVII <i>Liberality<br> <br> </i>3. Bounteous is he who gives unto the beggar<br> who comes to him in want of food and<br> feeble.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn CXXIX <i>Creation<br> <br> </i>3. Darkness there was: at first concealed in<br> darkness this All was indiscriminated<br> chaos,<br> All that existed then was void and formless:<br> by the great power of Warmth was<br> born that Unit.<br> 4. Thereafter rose Desire in the beginning,<br> Desire, the primal seed and germ of </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(45)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><br> Spirit.<br> Sages who searched with their heart's<br> thought discovered the existent's kinship<br> in the non-existent.<br> <br> Book 10, Hymn CXXXV <i>Yama<br> <br> </i>1. In the Tree clothed with goodly leaves<br> where Yama drinketh with the Gods,<br> The Father, Master of the house, tendeth<br> with love our ancient Sires. </b></font><font size="1" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(46)</b></font><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b><i><br> <br> </i></b></font></p> </blockquote> <hr> <p></p> <p><font size="2"><b><font size="3" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times">Notes:</font></b></font></p> <p><font size="2" face="Times New Roman,Georgia,Times"><b>(1) Sacred Writings, <i>The Rig Veda</i>, Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith, Quality Paperback Book Club, NY, 1992, copyright Motilal Banarsidass Publishers PVT. LTD. All quotes from the <i>Rig Veda</i> are from this volume.<br> (2) &quot;Sovran of the Forest,&quot; the tall tree, vanaspati, out of which is made the sacrificial post to which the victim is tied [Griffith's note].<br> (3) The Sacrificial Posts are in alignments, from the east toward the fire! Could the British (including Brittany) stone alignments have served this purpose?<br> (4) &quot;The pillars with rings upon them,&quot; may be pillars with meanders, that would look like horns (ram horns); the hatchet would have been part of the ritual; as can be seen in Etruscan designs (See the <a title="Translation_Short_Scripts.html" href="Translation_Short_Scripts.html#anchor" target="_blank">Prince Serelus tombstone</a>, with the fasces) the hatchet or double-axe is important and may recall the double-axe of Minoan times.<br> (5) &quot;ye cast down the ninety forts which the Dasas held,&quot; refers to the destruction of the forts of the brown-skinned, non-Aryan inhabitants of the Saraswati river basin. Griffith notes that the ninety-nine is an indefinite number. The number is used frequently with regard to their number of forts. To the ancient Mycenaean Greeks a city and a fort were one and the same; and this is true of the Celts.<br> (6) &quot;they bear the cursing of the people,&quot; suggests that the bards were experiencing some dissent with regard to the sacrifice to Indra. Was there a faction splitting off from the five Aryan tribes? &quot;they come,&quot; those who revile and hinder the worship of Indra [Griffith's note].<br> (7) &quot;a hundred fortresses of stone,&quot; does not suggest the Harappa culture, for they were made of brick, as far as I know. This verse dates Book 4, in my opinion.<br> (8) &quot;Reproached,&quot; may refer to on-going splits among the Aryan tribes on the worship, or to Agni as Professor Ludwig thinks [based upon Griffith's note].<br> (9) &quot;immortal by my children.&quot; This poses interesting questions: Does it mean without children there is no immortality? How do children beget immortality? Since the Aryans of the <i>Rig Veda</i>, as well as the Celts and Greeks, put so much emphasis on &quot;fame,&quot; it would appear that part of the immortality, at least, involved one's continued name. The ability to change shape or reincarnate, as shown in the case of Hanuman or Rama in <i>The Ramayana</i> recalls the story in the Welsh tale,<i> Mabinogion</i>, of Pwyll Lord of Dyved who changed places with Arawn King of Annwvyn (annwvyn means &quot;no place,&quot;), the two chiefs through Arawn's power changing shape and appearing in each other's form. They ruled each other's domain for a period of one year, during which time Pwyll slept with Arawn's wife.<br> (10) Here we are witnessing how the early stages (chapters) of the <i>Rig Veda</i> referred to unbelievers, how they chided the Aryans of the banquet; now the cause has gotten more serious: to subdue all regions of the earth ( a fervor the Christian and Moslem religions adopted as well); not content to practice their own faith in freedom, they decided to make sure everyone follows their faith. Book 6 records the enemies and forts and castles defeated by the Aryans, reflecting a higher level of organizational control over the territory, mentioning the city Hariyupiya (Harappa?) that Indra smote, etc. (Book 6, Hymn XXVII.5)<br> (11) In Greek mythology the god Pan, one of the youthful gods, was the shepherd god and is credited with inventing the pan-pipe. He lived in the mountains where he danced and sang with the nymphs and played his pipes. He had goat legs and horns and played the pipe called the syrinx. He, as well as everyone around, was so delighted in his music he challenged Apollo, who played the lyre, to a contest. Apollo won. A Phrygian version of Pan is in Marsyas. Since singing and dancing were an important part of the Aryan rite, no doubt Pusan must have have had same relationship to those arts.<br> (12) This tribe of neighboring people would have been forced into Afghanistan, following the thesis; and thus one should be able to find remnants of the indigenous culture moving westward (fleeing to the mountains, as is generally the case with displaced peoples).<br> (13) This records a battle between two of the five Aryan tribes, the Bharatas being those who won the battle against the Purus.<br> (14) The Simyu foe can be added to our list of foes: the Dasyus and Nahus. Subsequent passages of this and the next hymns catalogue the conflicts between the Aryans and other peoples.<br> (15) &quot;hair knots,&quot; or single lock of hair left on the head at tonsure, which, according to the Scholiast, it was characteristic of the Vasisthas to wear on the right of the crown of the head [Griffith's note]. The recalls the Greek custom mentioned in the Iliad, where Achillês cuts the lock that he was supposed to have dedicated to the river god back home and puts it in the hand of the dead Patroclos upon the funeral pyre. This also calls to mind the Indus seal with the Horned God midst the plant and his seven attendants who have hair-knots <a name="anchor"></a><a href="Banquet.html#anchor">on the right side of their head.</a><br> (16) There are several metaphors in the <i>Rig Veda</i> that refer to shipping and ships at sea. The seaport of Dwaravati, the home of Krishna, becomes important in the <i>Mahabharata</i>. A mystery in the origin of the Aryans of India is perhaps centered in this place, which may be modern Dwarka, where a temple of Krishna is located. While there is no doubt that northwestern India is the center of the action in the <i>Rig Veda</i>, and there is no doubt that the bards of the <i>Rig Veda</i> sang about traveling to the sea, referring occasionally to ships and using metaphors with &quot;ships&quot;  the bier upon a son's pyre is called a ship, for instance. Equally mysterious  and perhaps related  is the fact that the dolmens of southern India are attributed to the Dravidians and not the Aryans, with the theory being that the dolmens  which date to about 300 B.C. at the earliest  resemble Numidian dolmens, according to certain specialists. Throughout the &quot;Aryan world&quot; we witness a horsed culture which sees it most appropriate to place the contents of their departed under mounds, constructed with or marked by megalithic stones. Non-Aryans may have raised mounds as well, but at least we know that the Aryans  the Greeks, Trojans, Persians, Etruscans, Celts and Germans  were mound builders. Some of them had urn fields and others laid their dead in trench graves. The Rig Veda hardly addresses what a &quot;proper burial&quot; should be. We compare this to the fact that in the <i>Iliad</i> one must be given a proper burial: placed on a pyre, with feast, games and sacrifices and oblations, beginning at dawn, with the raising of a mound over the remains. The Etruscans marked their culture with elaborate tombs of this kind. And perhaps one of the cleverest tombs ever constructed by the Aryan people was the<a title="Tholos of Antiochus.html" href="http://www.galenfrysinger.com/mount_nemrut.htm" target="_blank"> tholos tomb of Antiochus</a> (deposed 38 B.C.) which is a mound thrown up on top of a mountain in Turkey. The reality every king faces in constructing and equipping his tomb is the fact that someone may attempt to break into the tomb and rob it of its gold and silver grave goods. Antiochus, son of Mithridates, had small stones heaped up over his tomb on top of a mountain, thinking that grave-robbers would be discouraged that if every time they scooped away the covering the covering caved in, like digging a hole in a beach. To this day, archeological efforts to find his tomb atop his mountain have failed. Now it may be an insult to 21st century technology if, when archeologists finally get to the tomb, they find grave-robbers already have visited the place. We can see that the nobility of the Aryans went to great lengths to raise a mound, or tholos, over their tomb. In the Middle East and Egypt tombs could be rock-cut or free-standing buildings, such as the tomb of Mausolus, the tyrant of Caria in southwestern Asia Minor, which was built between about 353 and 351 B.C. It was one of the seven wonders of the world. Another form of burial was the &quot;hypogeum,&quot; an underground series of shafts or vault, such as in Malta. During the period of the Rig Veda in the region of the &quot;seven sacred rivers,&quot; including the Sarasvati, there is little or no evidence that an Aryan people lived there. The evidence of an Aryan people seems to be in southern India, Kerala. To read an anthropological discussion on its fascinating history go to: <a title="Karala story html" href="http://www.shelterbelt.com/KJ/khmundarace.html" target="_blank">http://www.shelterbelt.com/KJ/khmundarace.html</a>. Here the author of the Kerala Story asks whether the Dravidian stock of southern India may have its source in Numidia (southern Egypt). Dolmens have been found in Numidia as well as a large stone alignment. In light of these mysteries we must ask how it is that the Aryans of the Rig Veda recall Aryan rites but have abandoned the practice of raising tumuli for their nobles and threw their ashes into the river instead (or hung them in a tree?). The <i>Rig Veda</i> refers to the conquest of stone cities, when the Harappa Civilization built cities of brick. Were these sacred hymns remembering previous conquests on the way from the Black Sea to India? Did these people have anything to do with destroying the Hittite cities in Turkey ~ 1180 B.C.? And why is it that the Indus Valley seals carry a Horned God, like Cernunnos the Celtic god, a god that resembles the description of Shiva, the Hindu Lord of Beasts, but has the form of Indra sitting midst a divine plant. In the <i>Rig Veda</i> we have seen Indra, the chief of the gods, as the principal lover of Soma, he, being the chief, for whom Soma is offered. And after the Soma passes through the mouth of the beaker, &quot;Indra's throat,&quot; it is offered to others: gods and guests. The <i>Rig Veda</i> makes it clear that the Dasyas, the natives, are riteless and it describes those who do not participate in the sacrifice of Soma and worship of Indra as being &quot;riteless&quot; or &quot;godless.&quot; Based on this, upon examination of the Indus Valley seals with the Horned God, it would appear that the Harappa Civilization was the same as that which created the <i>Rig Veda</i>. One can dissect the <i>Rig Veda</i>, but one thing one cannot do is cut out the parts that include the worship of fire, the offering of the meath, or Soma, to the gods and guests at sunrise, the worship of the thunder-god Indra, and the sacrifice of horses. If one were to trim these things out of the <i>Rig Veda</i> one would be left with no hymns to speak of. With this in mind, it is probable that the Harappa Civilization that produced the several hundred seals is Indo-European, and if this is so, its development would not be expected to precede the development of the Hittite Civilization.<br> (17) &quot;the house of clay,&quot; the grave [Griffith's note].<br> (18) The Sarasvati, one of seven sacred rivers, is the focus of many hymns in the <i>Rig Veda</i>. The Indus river (Sindhu) is mentioned as well, and it would thus appear that though the Sarasvati here and in other places is described as flowing from the mountains to the sea, one is tempted to believe that the Indus river is indicated, rather than the dry Sarasvati. I think, however, in the context of &quot;flooding&quot; the Sarasvati may have had greater impact than the Indus. The Ganges river is one of the seven sacred rivers.<br> (19) Any images falling into the list here that are found on the Indus Valley seals would identify whether these people were friends or foes of the Aryans of the <i>Rig Veda</i>. The owl is sacred to the Greek goddess Athena, a major player in the <i>Iliad.</i> The eagle is a powerful Indo-European symbol, and it is interesting that the bard considers those who worship it as sorcerers. Curiously, in <i>The Ramayana</i> Rama's last weapon was a flock of eagles which descended upon and consumed the snakes Ravana threw at Rama.<br> (20) Here the Soma is compared to wine: whereas wine results in drunkenness Soma results in strength, etc.<br> (21) Vak, or Vac, vox: voice, speech personified. Unintelligible speech might be expected from a priest who had a bit too much Soma and may recall the &quot;speaking in tongues&quot; Paul introduced in Christianity. While rapture can be induced through group participation (speaking in tongues, dancing, singing and other odd behavior at odd times) no doubt the drug-effects of Soma was usually experienced.<br> (22) &quot;pressed among the Races Five,&quot; the Arjikas are apparently a non-Aryan people in the North-West [Griffith's note]. This suggests that the Aryans may have been obtaining their Soma pressings from others. &quot;Saryanavan's bank&quot; is said to be on the borders of the Kuruksetra country [Griffith's note].<br> (23) &quot;three-fold meath,&quot; according to Sayana, mixed with the Vasativari water, curds and milk. Probably, poured into three separate vessels, one for each of the three deities mentioned [Griffith's note].<br> (24) &quot;thine iron-fashioned home,&quot; must be the wooden vat, fashioned by axe. This, like other passages, dates the <i>Rig Veda</i>. All other articles used in the making of Soma are skins and pottery. The reference to iron in the Rig Veda increases in pace in the last two chapters, with &quot;iron claws,&quot; &quot;iron teeth,&quot; etc.<br> (25) &quot;rests in Indra's heart&quot;; if the place is in the jars, then it may be that the jars are heart-shaped (round bottomed). Such jars are seen in the hands of characters bringing offerings in Etruscan murals.<br> (26) &quot;within Indra's throat,&quot; appears to be the strainer or the top of the beaker; the beakers or jars, would then be &quot;Indra's heart.&quot;<br> (27) &quot;pressed by wise Nahusyas,&quot; probably a neighboring people [Griffith's note].<br> (28) &quot;the Rsis, seven holy singers,&quot; recalls the seven attendants in the Indus Valley seal showing the <a href="file:///Macintosh%20HD/Users/melcopeland/Desktop/Maravot.html/Banquet.html#anchor"><a name="anchor"></a></a><a href="Banquet.html#anchor">Horned god seated midst a plant.<br> </a>and they may be the seven holy rivers, including the Sarasvati.<br> (29) The jars or beakers may look like cows udders, confirming that they, appearing also as Indra's heart, are round bottomed, as many, if not most, beakers were. For a discussion on beakers, see <i>The Age of Sonehenge</i>, by Colin Burgess, Castle Books, Edison New Jersey, 2003; originally published by J. M. Dent, Great Britain, 1980.<br> (30) The many comparisons to Soma as a Steed impresses the thought that the <a href="Banquet1.html#anchor">Uffington horse</a> may be a representation of the mead, possibly used in rituals as among the Hindus.<br> (31) Soma flowing through the filter is sweet-scented.<br> (32) &quot;upon the ox's skin,&quot; in the context used suggests that Soma, through the pressing and the filtering operations, being upon the ox's skin, would be a Tawny Steer.<br> (33) Indra, the chief of the gods, is bearded like Zeus, but youthful with a yellow beard.<br> (34) &quot;Wealth to the seven,&quot; refers to the seven priests [based on Griffith's note].<br> (35) &quot;The fifteen-told strong juices,&quot; according to Sayana, the juices of the Soma-plant whose leaves grow during the light half of the month and die away during the dark-half [Griffith's note]. Often anomalies offer new areas of investigation that lead to better insight into a matter (and open new vistas as well). This is an anomaly that leads nowhere at the moment, from my point of view.<br> (36) 'The cow which was barren is the Sami tree, which brings forth the <i>Asvattha</i>, and from the wood of these two trees are made the <i>arani</i>, the two pieces of wood which are rubbed together to produce the sacred fire  the upper and harder piece is the <i>Sami</i> (the Acacia Suma), and the lower and soft is the <i>Asvattha</i> (the Ficus religiosa).' Wilson [Griffith's note].<br> (37) It is interesting how convenient demons and devils are used before the gods in most religions. &quot;Possessed by the devil,&quot; is a common admonition from the hearts of Christians, Moslems, Jews, Buddhists and Hindus. In the Bible one either with God or not with him (See <a title="maravot.com" href="index.html#anchor" target="_blank">http://www.maravot.com</a>) for my extensive comments in this regard).<br> The story of Rama, in his devotion and pledge to rid the world of evil, is a good illustration of what is probably going on in the hearts of men. In the story Rama is dedicated to destroying Ravana, a ten-headed monster who is king of the demonic. His world is not heaven nor the earth, but a third world, where demons and monsters are dedicated to consuming mankind. It's something like Hades, and if one were to compare the final-resort weapon Ravana threw at Rama in their last and final battle, one will find a striking similarity between that weapon and the Etruscan <a title="Theseus_Orcus.gif" href="Theseus_Orcus.gif" target="_blank">Tuchulcha</a>. Rama was Vishnu incarnate and not vulnerable to all weapons. Having thrown his weapon, the Trident, and seeing it fall short of Rama, Ravana was convinced that he must be battling with a god, but he resolved, &quot;...whoever it may be, I will not stop my fight until I defeat and crush him or at least take him prisoner. With this resolve, Ravana next sent a weapon which issued forth monstrous serpents vomiting fire and venom, with enormous fangs and red eyes. They came darting in from all directions.<br> &quot;Rama now selected an asthra called 'Garuda&quot; (which meant 'eagle'). Very soon thousands of eagles were aloft, and they picked off the serpents with their claws and beaks and destroyed them. Seeing this also fail, Ravana's anger was roused to a mad pitch and he blindly emptied a quiverful of arrows in Rama's direction. Rama's arrows met them half way and turned them round so that they went back and their sharp points embedded themselves in Ravana's own chest.&quot; [<i>The Ramayana</i>, translated by R. K. Narayan, Penguin Books, 1977, pp. 157, 158]<br> (38) &quot;Who has no nest to dwell in,&quot; refers to Indra as the sun [based on Griffith's note]. This is a precept used by Christ. Old myths tell of Jesus Christ having travelled in India. There are many precepts in the <i>Rig Veda</i> that are fundamental to the Bible (raising the weak over the strong, etc.), that God is a defender of the poor, the weak and the humble. The <i>Didichae</i>, perhaps the oldest document in Christianity, repeats a precept Jesus expounded: &quot;If they (the priests) ask for money, don't go to them!&quot; As can be seen in the <i>Rig Veda</i> and is evident in established religions, ancient and modern, the priesthood depends upon the charity of the worshippers. In the Old Testament the burden of the priesthood was recognized and set, not to exceed 10%. The Jewish priests were forbidden to raise any other money or means of support, being totally dependent upon the 10% God allowed. When Jesus went into the temple and threw over the tables of the money-changers he reminded the priests who were money-changers of this Law of Moses. I don't condemn priests or pastors as a rule, but would pass on the injunction to beware of them that ask for money, for the struggle to receive richer benefactors eventually becomes a political struggle and the noble cause of God in defending the poor, the weak, and the humble thus is compromised.<br> (40) &quot;the third act,&quot; or third sacred duty, that of continuing their family; religious study and sacrifice being the first and second Sayana {Griffith's note].<br> (41) This is a hymn recalling the fleeting spirit of a man at the point of death [based on Griffith's note]. This would appear to be the foundation of the Hindu precept of reincarnation, which is hardly mentioned in the <i>Rig Veda</i>.<br> (42) Turva: equivalent to Turvasa; a prince of the clan called after the eponymous Turva. Dasas: enslaved natives [Griffith's note]. The, Dasas, the brown-skinned natives, appear to have been subjugated (and enslaved) by chapter 10 of the <i>Rig Veda</i>.<br> (43) &quot;Lord of the Wood,&quot; the <i>yupa</i> or Sacrificial Post [Griffith's note]. The wooden post is a symbol of Odin or Woden, and it comes to mind, based upon the Rig Veda, that the Celtic and Germanic posts may have been used for the sacrifice, as well as gods to whom prayers were sent.<br> (44) &quot;The poet addresses first the most distant rivers. <i>Ganga</i>: the Ganges is mentioned, indirectly, in only one other verse in the <i>Rgveda</i>, and even there the word is said by some to be the name of a woman. See VI.45.31. <i>Yamund</i>: the Jumna. <i>Sutudri</i>: the Sutlej or Satlaj. <i>Parusni</i>: the Ravi: <i>Sarasvati</i>: see VI.61.2. <i>Asikni</i>: the ancient Acesines: the Vedic name of the Gandrabhaga, the present Cenab. <i>Vitasta</i>: probably the Jhelum, the Hydaspes of the Greeks. <i>Marudvrdha</i>: meaning, increased by the Maruts: not identified. <i>Arjikiya</i> and <i>Susoma</i> are said by Yaska to be the Vipas and the Sindhu; but this is not possible, and it is uncertain what rivers are meant&quot; [Griffith's note].<br> (45) &quot;Desire,&quot; Kama, Eros, or Love [Griffith's note]. The Greek view of creation is similar. Eros existed almost from the beginning of time, being born, together with Ge (Earth) and Tartarus, out of, or at the same time as, Chaos. Eros is also viewed as the son of Aphrodite.<br> (46) &quot;In the Tree,&quot; where the spirits of the pious dead rest after their labours [Griffith's note]. Yama is the god of the dead. In the Mahabharata we are told how Arjuna chose a corpse and hung it from a limb of a Sami tree: &quot;By the road near Matsya city was a cemetery strewn over with charred corpses, and there grew a giant Sami tree, the kind whose twigs and branches are made into firesticks.<br> Yudhishthira said, 'Our bows and swords must be hidden or we will be known. No one will come near this tree except to burn the dead, and it will not be cut down, for it is the sacred mother of fire.&quot;<br> Nakula took all their bows and swords and arrows, wrapped them in leather, and carried them up the tree. he hid them where rain could not go, nor anyone see them from below. When he had come down, they saw shepherds approaching driving their sheep tot he city, and Arjuna and Bhima chose a corpse and hung it from a limb.<br> Yudhishthira told the shepherds, &quot;We are hunters from the hills, and that is our mother, who has died at the age of one hundred and eighty years. We are hanging her here by the custom of our ancestors.&quot; (<i>Mahabharata</i>, retold by William Buck, University of California Press, Berkeley, 1973, pp. 199,200) Hanging a charred corpse from a Tree, may explain the tradition that Odin or Woden guards the dead who hang from trees (or as Britain was being Christianized, the gallows). Some tribes of American Indians placed their dead in trees. My grandmother, who was raised on a ranch in Montana, told me that the ranch bordered an Indian burial ground where the bodies were placed on biers in the trees. Trees are motifs in Etruscan tomb murals, and one can see not only the changing seasons reflected by the trees in spring, summer, fall and winter, but also the sash or <a title="Etruscan_murals_achilles.gif" href="Etruscan_mural_achilles.gif" target="_blank">girdle hanging from a limb of a tree</a>. It may be that the girdle hanging in a tree recalls this ancient Indo-European rite expressed in the <i>Rig Veda</i> and <i>Mahabharata</i>. Stone megaliths are located next to trees (or visa versa), and in the <i>Iliad</i> the turning post was the base of a tree next to which two stones were placed: &quot;Now I will tell you the mark  you can't miss it. There's a dry stump at the turn of the road standing about a fathom above the soil, oak or fir, which does not rot in the rain. Two white stones are set against it, one on each side, and the land round this is smooth for horses. It may be the mark of some man dead long ago, or set up for a post in former days, and now Achillês has fixed it for the turning-point of his race.&quot; (<i>Iliad</i>, translated by W. H. D. rouse, Mentor Book, by arrangement with Thomas Nelson and Sons, Ltd., 1938, p. 271.) 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