{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/av/av20067.htm","path":"hin/av/av20067.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/av/av20067.htm","text":"Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]\n1The pourer of oblations gains the home of wealth pouring his\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0gift conciliates hostilities, yea, the hostilities of Gods.\n \u00a0\u00a0Pouring he strives, unchecked and strong, to win him riches\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0thousandfold.\n \u00a0\u00a0Indra gives lasting wealth to him who pours forth gifts; yea,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0wealth he gives that long shall last.\n 2Ne'er may those manly deeds of yours for us grow old, never\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0may your bright glories fall into decay, never before your\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0time decay. p. 317\n \u00a0\u00a0What deed of yours, new every age, wondrous, surpassing man,.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0rings forth,\n \u00a0\u00a0Whatever, Maruts may be difficult to gain grant us whate'er is\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0hard to win.\n 3I think on Agni, Hotar, the munificent, the gracious Son of\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0strength, who knoweth all that live, as holy Sage who knoweth\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0all.\n \u00a0\u00a0Lord of fair rites, a God with form erected turning to the Gods.\n \u00a0\u00a0He, when the flame hath sprung forth from the holy oil, the\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0offered fatness, longeth for it with his glow.\n 4Busied with sacrifice, with spotted deer and spears, gleaming.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0upon your way with ornaments, yea, our friends,\n \u00a0\u00a0Sitting on sacred grass, ye sons of Bharata, drink Soma from\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0the Potar's bowl, O Men of heaven.\n 5Bring the Gods hither, Sage, and offer sacrifice. At the three\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0altars seat thee willingly .O Priest.\n \u00a0\u00a0Accept for thy delight the proffered Soma mead: drink from\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0the Kindler's bowl and sate thee with thy share.\n 6This is the strengthener of thy body's manly might: strength,.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0victory for all time are laid within thine arms.\n \u00a0\u00a0Pressed for thee, Maghavan, it is offered unto thee: drink from\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0the chalice of this Br\u0101hman, drink thy fill.\n 7Him whom of old I called on, him I call on now. He is to be\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0invoked: his name is He who Gives.\n \u00a0\u00a0Here brought by priests in Soma mead. Granter of Wealth,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0drink Soma with the Seasons from the Hotar's Cup.","title":"Atharva Veda: Book 20: Hymn 67","type":"page"}