Book, Hymn, Verse

1    1,  117, 12|  home of Kdvya.~When, like a pitcher full of gold, O Asvins,
2    4,   17, 16| fails not, to hasten, like a pitcher to the fountain.~
3    7,   33, 13|      common flow bedewed the pitcher.~Then from the midst thereof
4    9,   67, 15|  effused and poured into the pitcher: like~A rapid hawk it rushes
5    9,   96, 20|    herds, so, flowing to the pitcher, he with a roar hath passed
6    9,   97, 4 |    our pious one rest in the pitcher.~
7   10,   89, 7 |     mountain like a new-made pitcher. Indra brought forth the
8   10,  101, 8 |      assailants let not your pitcher leak: stay it securely.~