Atharva Veda · 633 of 724

HYMN LII

HYMN LII 1. We compass thee like waters, we whose grass is trimmed and   Soma pressed.   Here where the filter pours its stream thy worshipper round    thee, O Vritra-slayer, sit. 2. Men, Vasu! by the Soma, with lauds call thee to the foremost    place.   When comest thou athirst unto the juice as home, O Indra, like    a bellowing bull?