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1. MAY Indra come to us, he who knows
rightly to give forth treasures from his store of riches.
Even as a thirsty steer who roams the deserts may he drink
eagerly the milked-out Soma.
2 Lord of Bay Horses, Hero, may the Soma
rise to thy cheeks and jaws like mountain-ridges.
May we, O King, as he who driveth coursers, all joy in thee
with hymns, invoked of many!
3 Invoked of many, Caster of the Stone my
heart quakes like a rolling wheel for fear of penury.
Shall not Puruvasu the singer give thee praise, O
ever-prospering Maghavan, mounted on thy car?
4 Like the press-stone is this thy praiser,
Indra. Loudly he lifts his voice with strong endeavour.
With thy left hand, O Maghavan, give us riches: with thy
right, Lord of Bays, be not reluctant.
5 May the strong Heaven make thee the
Strong wax stronger: Strong, thou art borne by thy two strong Bay Horses.
So, fair of cheek, with mighty chariot, mighty, uphold us,
strong-willed, thunderarmed, in battle.
6 Maruts, let all the people in obeisance
bow down before this youthful Srutaratha,
Who, rich in steeds, gave me two dark red horses together
with three hundred head of cattle.
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