Indian Myth and LegendMackenzie, Donald A. (Donald Alexander)
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Indian Myth and Legend
Mackenzie, Donald A. (Donald Alexander)
Hindu mythology; Legends -- India
_Rigveda_, iv, 24. 2-6.
The Aryans, who were as notorious cattle lifters as the Gauls and the
Scottish Highlanders, were wont to invoke the god ere they set out on a
raid, chanting with loud voices:
Indra, whose riches are boundless, O grant us
Thousands of beautiful cows and horses:
Destroy, thou mighty one, all who despise us,
Visit with death all those who would harm us, and
Indra, whose riches are boundless, O grant us,
Thousands of beautiful cows and horses.
_Wilson's translation._
In other hymns the Thor-like character of Indra, the war god, is
naively depicted. A sceptic is supposed to say: “Many men declare that
there is no Indra. Who ever saw him? Why should we adore him?”
The god makes answer: “O singer, I _am_: behold me! I am here now,
and I am greater than any living being. I delight in the performance
of holy rites. I am also the Destroyer; I can hurl creation to ruin.”
_Rigveda_, viii, 89.
I never knew a man to speak so to me,
When all his enemies are safely conquered;
Yea, when they see how fierce the battle rages,
They even promise me a pair of bullocks.
When I am absent in far distant places,
Then all with open hands their gifts would bring me ...
Lo! I will make the wealthy niggard needy,
Seize by the foot and on the hard rock dash him.
_Rigveda_, x, 27.
The lord of both the worlds hates all the haughty,
He cares for those who feel themselves but human.
_Rigveda_, vi, 47.[63]
[63] Arrowsmith's translation.
These verses recall: “Silence, thou evil one,” roared Thor, “or else
with my hammer shall I strike thy head off and end thy life.”
Then did Loke answer humbly: “Silent indeed I shall be now, O Thor, for
I know full well thou wilt strike.”[64]
[64] _Teutonic Myth and Legend_, p. 173.
[Illustration: THE PARADISE OF INDRA
_From a Rock Sculpture at Mâmallapuram_
6]
The human qualities of Indra are illustrated in epic narrative. Arjuna,
the Indian Achilles, is his son, and pays a visit to the brilliant
Celestial city on the summit of Mount Meru, where flowers are ever
blooming, and pretty nymphs dance to pleasure battle-slain warriors.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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