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Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com


HYMN CXXXI

1He minishes, he splits in twain: crush it and let it be
   destroyed. p. 369
3, 4Varuna with the Vasus goes: the Wind-God hath a hundred
   reins.
5, 6A hundred golden steeds hath he, a hundred chariots
   wrought of gold.
7, 8A hundred bits of golden bronze, a hundred golden
   necklaces.
9, 10Lover of Kusa grass, Unploughed! Fat is not reckoned in
   the hoof.
11, 12The ladle doth not hold apart the entrails and the clotted
   blood.
13, 14This O Mandūrikā, is mine. Thy trees are standing in a
   clump.
15, 16The plain domestic sacrifice, the sacrifice with burning
   dung.
17, 18Asvattha, Dhava, Khadira, leaf taken from the Aratu.
19, 20The man pervaded thoroughly lies on the ground as he were
   slain.
21, 22The biestings only have they milked: one-and-a half of the
   wild ass,
23And two hides of an elephant.


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