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1. SONG-LOVER! like a charioteer come songs
to thee when Soma flows.
O Indra, they have called to thee as mother-kine unto their
calves.
2 Bright juices bitherward have sped thee,
Indra, Lover of the Song.
Drink, Indra, of this flowing sap: in every house 'tis set
for thee.
3 Drink Soma to inspirit thee, juice,
Indra, which the Falcon brought:
For thou art King and Sovran Lord of all the families of
men.
4 O Indra, hear Tirasci's call, the call of
him who serveth thee.
Satisfy him with wealth of kine and valiant offspring: Great
art thou.
5 For he, O Indra, hath produced for thee
the newest gladdening song,
A hymn that springs from careful thought, ancient, and full
of sacred truth.
6 That Indra will we laud whom songs and
hymns of praise have magnified.
Striving to win, we celebrate his many deeds of hero might.
7 Come now and let us glorify pure Indra
with pure Sama hymns.
Let the pure milky draught delight him strengthened by pure
songs of praise.
8 O Indra, come thou pure to us, with pure
assistance, pure thyself.
Pure, send thou riches down to us, and, meet for Soma, pure,
be glad.
9 O Indra, pure, vouchsafe us wealth, and,
pure, enrich the worshipper.
Pure, thou dost strike the Vrtras dead, and strivest, pure,
to win the spoil.
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