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Indra And Agastya: A Dialogue

Books: Sacred Books Of The East

Indra: There is no such thing to-day, nor will it be so to-morrow. Who

knows what strange thing this is? We must consult the thought of

another, for even what we once knew seems to vanish.



Agastya: Why dost thou wish to kill us, O Indra? the Maruts are thy

brothers; fare kindly with them, and do not strike us in battle.



The Maruts: O Brother Agastya, why, being a friend, dost thou despise

us? We know quite well what thy mind was. Dost thou not wish to give to

us?



Agastya: Let them prepare the altar, let them light the fire in front!

Here we two will spread for thee the sacrifice, to be seen by the

immortal.



Agastya: Thou rulest, O lord of treasures; thou, lord of friends, art

the most generous. Indra, speak again with the Maruts, and then consume

our offerings at the right season.



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