{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/av/av20127.htm","path":"hin/av/av20127.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/av/av20127.htm","text":"Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]\n1Listen to this, ye men, a laud of glorious bounty shall be sung.\n \u00a0\u00a0Thousands sixty, and ninety we, O Kaurama, among the\n \u00a0\u00a0Rusamas have received.\n 2Camels twice-ten that draw the car, with females by their side,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0he gave.\n \u00a0\u00a0Fain would the chariot's top bow down escaping from the stroke\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0of heaven.\n 3A hundred chains of gold, ten wreaths, upon thee Rishi he\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0bestowed,\n \u00a0\u00a0And thrice-a-hundred mettled steeds, ten-times-a-thousand cows\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0he gave.\n 4Glut thee, O Singer, glut thee like a bird on a ripe-fruited tree.\n \u00a0\u00a0Thy lips and tongue move swiftly like the sharp blades of a pair\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0of shears.\n 5Quickly and willingly like kine forth come the singers and their\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0hymns:\n \u00a0\u00a0Their little maidens are at home, at home they wait upon the\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0cows.\n 6O Singer, bring thou forth the hymn that findeth cattle, findeth:\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0wealth. p. 364\n \u00a0\u00a0Even as an archer aims his shaft address this prayer unto the\n \u00a0\u00a0Gods.\n 7List to Parikshit's eulogy, the sovran whom all people love,\n \u00a0\u00a0The King who ruleth over all, excelling mortals as a God.\n 8'Mounting his throne, Parikshit, best of all, hath given us peace\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0and rest,'\n \u00a0\u00a0Saith a Kauravya to his wife as he is ordering his house.\n 9'Which shall I set before thee, curds, gruel of milk, or barley-\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0brew?'\n \u00a0\u00a0Thus the wife asks her husband in the realm which King\n \u00a0\u00a0Parikshit rules.\n 10Up as it were to heavenly light springs the ripe corn above the\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0cleft.\n \u00a0\u00a0Happily thrive the people in the land where King Parikshit\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0reigns.\n 11Indra hath waked the bard and said, Rise, wander singing here\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0and there.\n \u00a0\u00a0Praise me, the strong: each pious man will give thee riches in\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0return,\n 12Here, cows! increase and multiply, here ye, O horses, here, O\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0men.\n \u00a0\u00a0Here, with a thousand rich rewards, doth P\u016bshan also seat him-\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0self.\n 13O Indra, let these cows be safe, their master free from injury.\n \u00a0\u00a0Let not the hostile-hearted or the robber have control of them.\n 14Oft and again we glorify the hero with our hymn of praise, with\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0prayer, with our auspicious prayer.\n \u00a0\u00a0Take pleasure in the songs we sing: let evil never fall on us.","title":"Atharva Veda: Book 20: Hymn 127: A hymn in praise of the good Government of King Kaurama","type":"page"}