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1. MOUNTED upon thy chariot-seat approach
us: thine is the Sorna-draught from days aforetime.
Loose for the sacred grass thy dear companions. These men
who bring oblation call thee hither.
2 Come our true Friend, passing by many
people; come with thy two Bay Steeds to our devotions;
For these our hymns are calling thee, O Indra, hymns formed
for praise, soliciting thy friendship.
3 Pleased, with thy Bay Steeds, Indra, God,
come quickly to this our sacrifice that heightens worship;
For with my thoughts, presenting oil to feed thee, I call
thee to the feast of sweet libations.
4 Yea, let thy two Bay Stallions bear thee
hither, well limbed and good to draw, thy dear companions.
Pleased with the corn-blent offering which we bring thee,
may Indra, Friend, hear his friend's adoration.
5 Wilt thou not make me guardian of the
people, make me, impetuous Maghavan, their ruler?
Make me a Rsi having drunk of Soma? Wilt thou not give me
wealth that lasts for ever?
6 Yoked to thy chariot, led thy tall Bays,
Indra, companions of thy banquet, bear thee hither,
Who from of old press to heaven's farthest limits, the
Bull's impetuous and well-groomed Horses.
7 Drink of the strong pressed out by strong
ones, Indra, that which the Falcon brought thee when thou longedst;
In whose wild joy thou stirrest up the people, in whose wild
joy thou didst unbar the cow-stalls.
8 Call we on Indra, Makhavan, auspicious,
best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered;
The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays
the Vrtras, wins and gathers riches.
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