Book, Hymn, Verse

 1    1,  133, 2 |     crushing the sorceresses' heads,~Break them with thy wide-spreading
 2    4,   58, 3 |       feet that bear him; his heads are two, his hands are seven
 3    5,   54, 11|       gold are laid upon your heads.~
 4    5,   57, 6 |     Bold thoughts are in your heads, your weapons in your cars,
 5    6,   62, 10|     Strike off, ye Twain, the heads of our assailants who with
 6    7,   18, 19|  brought in to him as tribute heads of horses.~
 7    8,    7, 25|      helms of gold upon their heads.~
 8    8,   63, 13|       s son, shall stroke~The heads of four presented steeds,
 9    9,   69, 8 | Fathers, lifted up on high as heads of heaven and makers of
10   10,    8, 9 |    mighty.~He smote his three heads from his body, seizing the
11   10,   87, 16|    away, O Agni,-tear off the heads of such with fiery fury.~
12   10,   90, 1 |                 1. A THOUSAND heads hath Purusa, a thousand
13   10,  166, 5 |     feet have trodden on your heads.~Speak to me from beneath