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1. To you pure
juice, rich in meath, are offered by priest: through longing for the Pair of
Heroes.
Drive, Vayu, bring thine
harnessed horses hither: drink the pressed Soma till it make thee joyful.
2 Whoso to thee,
the Mighty, brings oblation, pure Soma unto thee, pure-drinking Vayu,
That man thou makest famous
among mortals: to him strong sons are born in quick succession.
3 The God whom
both these worlds brought forth for riches, whom heavenly Dhisana for our
wealth appointeth,
His team of harnessed horses
waits on Vayu, and, foremost, on the radiant Treasure-bearer.
4 The spotless
Dawns with fair bright days have broken; they found the spacious light when
they were shining.
Eagerly they disclosed the
stall of cattle: floods streamed for them as in the days aforetime.
5 These with
their truthful spirit, shining brightly, move on provided with their natural
insight.
Viands attend the car that
beareth Heroes, your car, ye Sovran Pair, Indra and Vayu.
6 May these
who give us heavenly light, these rulers, with gifts of kine and horses, gold
and treasures.
These princes, through full
life, Indra and Vayu! o'ercome in battle with their steeds and heroes.
7 Like
coursers seeking fame will we Vasisthas, O Indra-Vayu, with our fair
laudations.
Exerting all our power call you
to aid us. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.
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