Atharva Veda · 712 of 724

HYMN CXXXI

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