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Mandala X

HYMN XCIV. Press-stones.

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Let them speak loudly, let us speak aloud: to the loud-speaking stones, address our speech; When, rich with Soma juice, the mountain stones, united, swiftly bring the sound of praise to Indra.

2

They speak like a hundred, like a thousand men; they cry out to us with their green-tinted mouths, While, pious stones, they perform their task with piety, and, even before the Hotar, taste the offered food.

3

Loudly they speak, for they have found the savory meat; they make a humming sound over the prepared dish. As they devour the branch of the Red-coloured Tree, these, the well-fed bulls, utter their lowing.

4

They cry out, with strong exhilarating drink, calling on Indra now, for they have found the meat. Bold, with their sisters they have danced, embraced by them, making the earth echo with their ringing sound.

5

The eagles send forth their cry high in the sky; in the vault of heaven, the dark, impetuous ones dance. Then, sinking to the fixed stone’s place, they descend, splendid as the Sun, effusing their copious stream.

6

Like strong ones drawing, they have exerted all their strength; the bulls, harnessed together, bear the chariot-poles. When they breathe hard, swallowing their food, the sound of their loud snorts is like that of steeds.

7

To those with ten workers and a tenfold girth, to those with ten yoke-straps and ten binding thongs, To those with ten reins, eternal, sing praise to them, to those with ten car-poles, ten when they are yoked.

8

These stones with ten conductors, swift in their course, with lovely revolutions, travel round and round. They were the first to drink the flowing Soma juice, the first to enjoy the milk-like fluid of the stalk.

9

These Soma-eaters kiss Indra’s Bay-colored steeds; draining the stalk, they sit upon the ox’s hide. Indra, when he drinks Soma-meat drawn by them, grows in strength, is famous, and mighty as a bull.

10

Your stalk is strong; you will never be harmed; you have refreshment, you are always satisfied. Fair are you, as if, through the splendor of your wealth, in whose sacrifice, O stones, you find delight. 11

Source: Sacred Texts Archive
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