RV 2.14

Ralph T. H. Griffith, 1896 · 12 verses · Read at the source

2.14.1MINISTERS, bring the Soma juice for Indra, pour forth the gladdening liquor with the beakers. To drink of this the Hero longeth ever; offer it to the Bull, for this he willeth.

2.14.2Ye ministers, to him who with the lightning smote, like a tree, the rain-withholding Vṛitra— Bring it to him, him who is fain to taste it, a draught of this which Indra here deserveth.

2.14.3Ye ministers, to him who smote Dṛibhîka, who drove the kine forth, and discovered Vala, Offer this draught, like Vâta in the region: clothe him with Soma even as steeds with trappings.

2.14.4Him who did Uraṇa to death, Adhvaryus! though showing arms ninety-and-nine in number; Who cast down headlong Arbuda and slew him,—speed ye that Indra to our offered Soma.

2.14.5Ye ministers, to him who struck down Svaṣna, and did to death Vyansa and greedy Ṣushṇa, And Rudhikrâs and Namuchi and Pipru,—to him, to Indra, pour ye forth libation.

2.14.6Ye ministers, to him who, as with thunder, demolished Ṣambara's hundred ancient castles; Who cast down Varchin's sons, a hundred thousand,—to him, to Indra, offer ye the Soma.

2.14.7Ye ministers, to him who slew a hundred thousand, and cast them down upon earth's bosom; Who quelled the valiant men of Atithigva, Kutsa, and Âyu,—bring to him the Soma.

2.14.8Ministers, men, whatever thing ye long for obtain ye quickly bringing gifts to Indra. Bring to the Glorious One what hands have cleansèd; to Indra bring, ye pious ones, the Soma.

2.14.9Do ye, O ministers, obey his order: that, purified in wood, in wood uplift ye. Well pleased he longs for what your hands have tended: offer the gladdening Soma juice to Indra.

2.14.10As the cow's udder teems with milk, Adhvaryus, so fill with Soma Indra, liberal giver. I know him: I am sure of this, the Holy knows that I fain would give to him more largely.

2.14.11Him, ministers, the Lord of heavenly treasure and all terrestrial wealth that earth possesses, Him, Indra, fill with Soma as a garner is filled with barley full: be this your labour.

2.14.12Prepare thyself to grant us that great booty, O Vasu, for abundant is thy treasure. Gather up wondrous wealth, O Indra, daily. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.