Book 20: Hymn 131

HYMN CXXXI 1He minishes, he splits in twain: crush it and let it be destroyed. p. 369 3, 4Varuna with the Vasus goes: the Wind-God hath a hundred reins. 5, 6A hundred golden steeds hath he, a hundred chariots wrought of gold. 7, 8A hundred bits of golden bronze, a hundred golden necklaces. 9, 10Lover of Kusa grass, Unploughed! Fat is not reckoned in the hoof. 11, 12The ladle doth not hold apart the entrails and the clotted blood. 13, 14This O Mandūrikā, is mine. Thy trees are standing in a clump. 15, 16The plain domestic sacrifice, the sacrifice with burning dung. 17, 18Asvattha, Dhava, Khadira, leaf taken from the Aratu. 19, 20The man pervaded thoroughly lies on the ground as he were slain. 21, 22The biestings only have they milked: one-and-a half of the wild ass, 23And two hides of an elephant.