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Praise of Herbs.</TITLE>\n</HEAD>\n<BODY>\n<CENTER>\n<A HREF=\"../../cdshop/index.htm\"><IMG SRC=\"../../cdshop/cdinfo.jpg\" BORDER=\"0\"></A><BR>\n<A HREF=\"../../index.htm\">Sacred Texts</A>&nbsp;\n<A HREF=\"../index.htm\">Hinduism</A>&nbsp;\n<A HREF=\"index.htm\">Index</A>&nbsp;\n\n<BR>\n<A HREF=\"../rvsan/rv10097.htm\">Sanskrit</A>&nbsp;\n\n<BR>\n<BR><A HREF=\"rvi10.htm\">Rig-Veda, Book 10 Index</A><BR>\n&nbsp;\n<A HREF=\"rv10096.htm\">Previous</A>&nbsp;\n<A HREF=\"rv10098.htm\">Next</A>&nbsp;\n<HR><A HREF=\"http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B001VEIA6U/internetsacredte\">Buy this Book at Amazon.com</A></CENTER>\n<HR>\n<P ALIGN=\"CENTER\"><FONT SIZE=\"-1\" COLOR=\"GREEN\"><I>Rig Veda</I>, tr. by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1896], at sacred-texts.com</FONT></P><HR></p> <h3 align=\"center\" align=\"center\">HYMN XCVII. Praise of Herbs.</h3> \n<p>1. HERBS that sprang up in time of old, three ages earlier than the Gods,&#151;<br> Of these, whose hue is brown, will I declare the hundred powers and seven.<br> 2 Ye, Mothers, have a hundred homes, yea, and a thousand are your growths.<br> Do ye who have a thousand powers free this my patient from disease.<br> 3 Be glad and joyful in the Plants, both blossoming and bearing fruit,<br> Plants that will lead us to success like mares who conquer in the race.<br> 4 Plants, by this name I speak to you, Mothers, to you the Goddesses:<br> Steed, cow, and garment may I win, win back thy very self, O man.<br> 5 The Holy Fig tree is your home, your mansion is the Parna tree:<br> Winners of cattle shali ye be if ye regain for me this man.<br> 6 He who hath store of Herbs at hand like Kings amid a crowd of men,&#151;<br> Physician is that sage's name, fiend-slayer, chaser of disease.<br> 7 Herbs rich in Soma, rich in steeds, in nourishments, in strengthening power,&#151;<br> All these have I provided here, that this man may be whole again.<br> 8 The healing virtues of the Plants stream forth like cattle from the stall,&#151;<br> Plants that shall win me store of wealth, and save thy vital breath, O man.<br> 9 Reliever is your mother's name, and hence Restorers are ye called.<br> Rivers are ye with wings that fly: keep far whatever brings disease.<br> 10 Over all fences have they passed, as steals a thief into the fold.<br> The Plants have driven from the frame whatever malady was there.<br> 11 When, bringing back the vanished strength, I hold these herbs within my hand,<br> The spirit of disease departs ere he can seize upon the life.<br> 12 He through whose frame, O Plants, ye creep member by member, joint by joint,&#151;<br> From him ye drive away disease like some strong arbiter of strife.<br> 13 Fly, Spirit of Disease, begone, with the blue jay and kingfisher.<br> Fly with the wind's impetuousspeed, vanish together with the storm.<br> 14 Help every one the other, lend assistance each of you to each,<br> All of you be accordant, give furtherance to this speech of mine.<br> 15 Let fruitful Plants, and fruitless, those that blossom, and the blossomless,<br> Urged onward by B&#7771;haspati, release us from our pain and grief;<br> 16 Release me from the curse's plague and woe that comes from Varu&#7751;a;<br> Free me from Yama's fetter, from sin and offence against the Gods.<br> 17 What time, descending from the sky, the Plants flew earthward, thus they spake:<br> No evil shall befall the man whom while he liveth we pervade,<br> 18 Of all the many Plants whose King is, Soma, Plants of hundred forms,<br> Thou art the Plant most excellent, prompt to the wish, sweet to the heart.<br> 19 O all ye various Herbs whose King is Soma, that o&#146;erspread the earth,<br> Urged onward by B&#7771;haspati, combine your virtue in this Plant.<br> 20 Unharmed be he who digs you up, unharmed the man for whom I dig:<br> And let no malady attack biped or quadruped of ours.<br> 21 All Plants that hear this speech, and those that have departed far away,<br> Come all assembled and confer your healing power upon this Herb.<br> 22 With Soma as their Sovran Lord the Plants hold colloquy and say:<br> O King, we save from death the man whose cure a Brahman undertakes.<br> 23 Most excellent of all art thou, O Plant thy vassals are the trees.<br> Let him be subject to our power, the man who seeks to injure us.</p> \n<p><HR>\n<CENTER>\n<A HREF=\"rv10098.htm\">Next: HYMN XCVIII. The Gods.</A></CENTER>\n</BODY>\n</HTML>\n", "link": "hymns/10097.html", "api": "json/hymns/10097.json", "data": { "key": "10097", "title": "HYMN XCVII. Praise of Herbs.", "describe": "HERBS that sprang up in time of old, three ages earlier than the Devas.", "feecting": "p:HERBS that sprang up in time of old, three ages earlier than the Devas. Of these, whose hue is brown, will I declare the hundred powers and seven.\np:Ye, Mothers, have a hundred homes, yea, and a thousand are your growths.\np: Do ye who have a thousand powers free this my patient from disease.\r\np:Be glad and joyful in the Plants, both blossoming and bearing fruit, Plants that will lead us to success like mares who conquer in the race.\np:Plants, by this name I speak to you, Mothers, to you the Goddesses: Steed, cow, and garmen. May I win, win back thy very self, O man.\np:The Holy Fig tree is your home, your mansion is the Parna tree: Winners of cattle shali ye be if ye regain for me this man.\np:He who hath store of Herbs at hand like Kings amid a crowd of men. Physician is that sage's name, fiend-slayer, chaser of disease.\np:Herbs rich in Soma, rich in steeds, in nourishments, in strengthening power. All these have I provided here, that this ma. May be whole again.\np:The healing virtues of the Plants stream forth like cattle from the stall. Plants that shall win me store of wealth, and save thy vital breath, O man.\np:Reliever is your mother's name, and hence Restorers are ye called. Rivers are ye with wings that fly: keep far whatever brings disease.\np:Over all fences have they passed, as steals a thief into the fold. The Plants have driven from the frame whatever malady was there.\np:When, bringing back the vanished strength, I hold these herbs within my hand, the spirit of disease departs ere he can seize upon the life.\np:He through whose frame, O Plants, ye creep member by member, joint by joint. From him ye drive away disease like some strong arbiter of strife.\np:Fly, Spirit of Disease, begone, with the blue jay and kingfisher. Fly with the wind's impetuousspeed, vanish together with the storm.\np:Help every one the other, lend assistance each of you to each, All of you be accordant, give furtherance to this speech of mine.\np:Let fruitful Plants, and fruitless, those that blossom, and the blossomless, Urged onward by Soma, release us from our pain and grief;\np:Release me from the curse's plague and woe that comes from Indra; Free me from Yama's fetter, from sin and offence against the Devas.\np:What time, descending from the sky, the Plants flew earthward, thus they spake: No evil shall befall the man whom while he liveth we pervade,\np:Of all the many Plants whose King is, Soma, Plants of hundred forms, Thou art the Plant most excellent, prompt to the wish, sweet to the heart.\np:O all ye various Herbs whose King is Soma, that o’erspread the Earth, Urged onward by Soma, combine your virtue in this Plant.\np:Unharmed be he who digs you up, unharmed the man for whom I dig: And let no malady attack biped or quadruped of ours.\np:All Plants that hear this speech, and those that have departed far away, Come all assembled and confer your healing power upon this Herb.\np:With Soma as their Sovran Lord the Plants hold colloquy and say: O King, we save from death the man whose cure a Brahman undertakes.\np:Most excellent of all art thou, O Plant thy vassals are the trees. 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