Atharva Veda · 709 of 724

HYMN CXXVIII

Sacrificial formulas 1. The worshipper who pours the juice, for gathering and assembly    fit,   And yonder foe-destroying Sun,—these have the Gods designed    of old. 2. He who defiles a sister, he who willingly would harm a friend,   The fool who slights his elder, these, they say, must suffer down.    below. 3. Whenever any good man's son becometh bold and spirited,   Then hath the wise Gandharva said this pleasant upward-point-    ing word. 4. The most unprofitable churl, the wealthy men who brings no.    gift,   These, verily, as we have heard, are cast away by all the wise. 5. But they who have adored the Gods, and they who have best-    owed their gifts,   Those liberal lords are filled with wealth like Sūrya risen up to    heaven. 6. With unanointed eyes and limbs, wearing no gem or ring of    gold.   No priest, no Brāhman's son is he: these things are ordered in    the rules. 7. With well-anointed limbs and eyes, wearing fair gem and golden,    ring,   Good priest is he, the Brāhman's son; these things are ordered    in the rules. 8. Pools with no place for drinking, and the wealthy man who.    giveth naught,   The pretty girl you may not touch, these things are ordered in:    the rules. 9. Pools with good drinking places, and the wealthy man who    freely gives,   The pretty girl who may be touched, these things are ordered in    the rules. 10. The favourite wife neglected, and the man who safely shuns the    fight,   A sluggish horse whom none may guide, these things are order-    ed in the rules. 11. The favourite wife most dearly loved, the man who safely goes    to war,   The fleet steed who obeys the rein, these things are ordered in    the rules. 12. When, Indra, thou, as no man could, didst plunge into the Ten   Kings' fight,   That was a guard for every man: for he is formed to stay    disease. 13. Easily conquering Maghavan, thou, Hero, bentest Raji down,   Rentest asunder Rauhina, calvest in pieces Vritra's head. 14. Thou who didst separate the clouds and penetrate the water-    floods,   To thee, great slayer of the foe, be glory, Indra, yea, to thee! 15. They said to Auchchaihsravasa running as side-horse of the   Bays,   Safely to victory, O Steed, bear Indra with the beauteous wreath. 16. They yoke the white mares, on the Bay's right harness Auchchai-    hsravasa.   He joyeth as he carrieth Indra the foremost of the Gods.