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1. WHERE hath
the hymn with reverence, like an envoy, found both fair Gods to-day, invoked of
many -
Hymn that hath brought the two
Nasatyas hither? To this man's thought be ye, both Gods, most friendly.
2 Come readily
to this mine invocation, lauded with songs, that ye may drink the juices.
Compass this house to keep it
from the foeman, that none may force it, either near or distant.
3 Juice in
wide room hath been prepared to feast you: for you the grass is strewn, most
soft to tread on.
With lifted hands your servant
hath adored you. Yearningfor you the press-stones shed the liquid.
4 Agni uplifts
him at your sacrifices: forth goes the oblation dropping oil and glowing.
Up stands the grateful-minded
priest, elected, appointed to invoke the two Nasatyas.
5 Lords of
great wealth! for glory, Surya's Daughter mounted your car that brings a
hundred succours.
Famed for your magic arts were
ye, magicians! amid the race of Gods, ye dancing Heroes!
6 Ye Twain,
with these your glories fair to look on, brought, to win victory, rich gifts
for Surya.
After you flew your birds,
marvels of beauty: dear to our hearts! the song, well lauded, reached you.
7 May your
winged coursers, best to draw. Nasatyas! convey you to the object of your
wishes.
Swift as the thought, your car
hath been sent onward to food of many a sort and dainty viands.
8 Lords of
great wealth, manifold is your bounty: ye filled our cow with food that never
faileth.
Lovers of sweetness! yours are
praise and singers, and poured libations which have sought your favour.
9 Mine were
two mares of Puraya, brown, swift-footed; a hundred with Sumidha, food with
Peruk
Sanda gave ten gold-decked and
well-trained horses, tame and obedient and of lofty stature.
10 Nasatyas!
Purupanthas offered hundreds, thousands of steeds to him who sang your praises,
Gave, Heroes! to the singer
Bharadvaja. Ye-Wonder-Workers, let the fiends be slaughtered.
11 May I with
princes share your bliss in freedom.
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