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1. In sweetest
and most gladdening stream
flow pure, O Soma, on thy way,
Pressed out for Indra, for his
drink.
2
Fiend-queller, Friend of all men, he hath with the wood attained unto
His place, his iron-fashioned
home.
3 Be thou best
Vrtra-slayer, best granter of bliss, most liberal:
Promote our wealthy princes'
gifts.
4 Flow onward
with thy juice unto the banquet of the Mighty Gods:
Flow bither for our strength
and fame.
5 O Indu, we
draw nigh to thee, with this one object day by day:
To thee alone our prayers are
said
6 By means of
this eternal fleece may Surya's Daughter purify
Thy Soma that is foaming forth.
7 Ten sister
maids of slender form seize him within the press and hold
Him firmly on the final day.
8 The virgins
send him forth: they blow the the skin musician-like and fuse
The triple foe-repelling meath.
9 Inviolable
milch-kine round about him blend for Indra's drink,
The fresh young Soma with their
milk.
10 In the wild
raptures of this draught, Indra slays all the Vrtras: he,
The Hero, pours his wealth on
us.
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