#rig-veda

Rig-Veda

Rig-Veda 

Rig-Veda 

she never fought with me or seemed displeased, she was gracious with me and my mates. i, on the other hand pushed her away. my other half. her family speaks ill of me and she regrets all her efforts, i now was on my own with my misery and life blurred. i had no intention to break her heart but they say, "that gambler's absence is our good luck". when i promise that never will I gamble again, my friends leave me with discontent. but the sound of dice and a better life, chases me back like a lover should. my friends were expecting me.

6) The winds waft sweets, the rivers pour sweets for the man who keeps the Law: So may the plants be sweet for us. 7) Sweet be the night and sweet the dawns, sweet the terrestrial atmosphere; Sweet be our Father Heaven to us. 8) May the tall tree be full of sweets for us, and full of sweets the Sun: May our milch-kine be sweet for us. 9) Be Mitra gracious unto us, and Varuṇa and Aryaman: Indra, Bṛhaspati be kind, and Viṣṇu of the mighty stride. Om ! Let there be Peace in me ! Let there be Peace in my environment ! Let there be Peace in the forces that act on me ! ऋग्वेद (१। ९०। ६ - ९) मधु वाता ऋतायते मधुक्षरन्ति सिन्धवः |  माध्वीर्नः सन्त्वोषधीः ||  मधु नक्तमुतोषसो मधुमत पार्थिवं रजः |  मधु दयौरस्तु नः पिता ||  मधुमान नो वनस्पतिर्मधुमानस्तु सूर्यः |  माध्वीर्गावो भवन्तु नः ||  शं नो मित्रः शं वरुणः शं नो भवत्वर्यमा |  शं न इन्द्रो बृहस्पतिः शं नो विष्णुरुरुक्रमः ||  ॐ शान्तिः ॐ शान्तिः ॐ शान्तिः || madhu vātā ṛtāyate madhu-kṣaranti sindhavaḥ | mādhvīr-naḥ santv-oṣadhīḥ || madhu naktam-utoṣaso madhumat pārthivaṁ rajaḥ | madhu dyaur-astu naḥ pitā || madhumān-no vanaspatir-madhumām̐ astu sūryaḥ | mādhvīr-gāvo bhavantu naḥ || śaṁ no mitraḥ śaṁ varuṇaḥ śaṁ no bhavatv-aryamā | śaṁ na indro bṛhaspatiḥ śaṁ no viṣṇur-urukramaḥ || oṃ śāntiḥ oṃ śāntiḥ oṃ śāntiḥ || 

Agni Suktam (Subtitles) The first hymn of the Rig-Veda

Das Schnellste von allem was fliegt, ist der Gedanke.

in Rig-Veda minuetto isn't known to those who dance or write mountain words or caves stenciled with animal oil as though it's the new iron and more enduring stone. it's a little like a story spoke centuries on Agni the god of fire and his priests who danced in ceremony as though their feet were alight in slender hymns of motley musth to the heavens and Varuna, while Indra slew a dragon who unteethed the water which tip toes past the swallows that fly from my mouth