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1. DRINK Soma,
Lord of Bays, and let it cheer thee: Indra, the stone, like a well guided
courser,
Directed by the presser's arms
hath pressed it.
2 So let the
draught of joy, thy dear companion, by which, O Lord of Bays, thou slayest
foemen,
Delight thee, Indra, Lord of
princely treasures.
3 Mark
closely, Maghavan, the words I utter, this eulogy recited by Vasistha:
Accept the prayers I offer at
thy banquet.
4 Hear thou
the call of the juice-drinking press-stone: hear thou the Brahman's hymn who
sings and lauds thee.
Take to thine inmost self these
adorations.
5 I know and
ne'er forget the hymns and praises of thee, the Conqueror, and thy strength
immortal.
Thy name I ever utter.
Self-Refulgent
6 Among
mankind many are thy libations, and many a time the pious sageinvokes thee.
O Maghavan, be not long distant
from us.
7 All these
libations are for thee, O Hero: to thee I offer these my prayers. that
strengthen.
Ever, in every place, must men invoke
thee.
8 Never do men
attain, O Wonder-Worker, thy greatness, Mighty One, who must be lauded,
Nor, Indra, thine heroic power
and bounty.
9 Among all
Rsis, Indra, old and recent, who have engendered hymns as sacred singers,
Even with us be thine
auspicious friendships. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.
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