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YE Asvins, rich in treasure, Lords of splendour, having nimble hands,
Accept the
sacrificial food.
2
Ye Asvins, rich in wondrous deeds, ye heroes worthy of our praise,
Accept our
songs with mighty thought.
3
Nisatyas, wonder-workers, yours arc these libations with clipt grass:
Come ye
whose paths are red with flame.
4
O Indra marvellously bright, come, these libations long for thee,
Thus by
fine fingers purified.
5
Urged by the holy singer, sped by song, come, Indra, to the prayers,
Of the
libation-pouring priest.
6
Approach, O Indra, hasting thee, Lord of Bay Horses, to the prayers.
In our
libation take delight.
7
Ye Visvedevas, who protect, reward, and cherish men, approach
Your
worshipper's drink-offering.
8
Ye Visvedevas, swift at work, come hither quickly to the draught,
As
milch-kine hasten to their stalls.
9
The Visvedevas, changing shape like serpents, fearless, void of guile,
Bearers,
accept the sacred draught
10
Wealthy in spoil, enriched with hymns, may bright Sarsavad desire,
With eager
love, our sacrifice.
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Inciter of all pleasant songs, inspirer o all gracious thought,
Sarasvati
accept our rite
12
Sarasvati, the mighty flood,- she with be light illuminates,
She
brightens every pious thought.
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