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1. THE drops of
Soma juice like cows who yield their milk have flowed forth, rich in meath,
unto the Shining One,
And, seated on the grass,
raising their voice, assumed the milk, the covering robe wherewith the udders
stream.
2 He bellows
with a roar arourd the highest twigs: the Tawny One is sweetened as he breaks
them up.
Then passing through the sieve
into the ample room, the God throws off the dregs according to his wish.
3 The
gladdening drink that measured out the meeting Twins fills full with milk the
Eternal Ever-waxing Pair.
Bringing to light the Two great
Regions limitless, moving above them he gained sheen that never fades.
4 Wandering
through, the Parents, strengthening the floods, the Sage makes his place swell
with his own native might.
The stalk is mixed with grain:
he comes led by the men together with the sisters, and preserves the Head.
5 With
energetic intellect the Sage is born, deposited as germ of Law, far from the
Twins.
They being young at first
showed visibly distinct the Creature that is half-concealed and half-exposed.
6 The sages
knew the form of him the Gladdener, what time the Falcon brought the plant from
far away.
Him who assures success they
beautified in streams, the stalk who yearned therefor, mighty and meet for
praise.
7 Together
with the Rsis, with their prayers and hymns ten women deck thee, Soma, friendly
when effused.
Led by the men, with
invocations of the Gods, through the fleece, thou hast given us strength to win
the spoil.
8 Songs
resonant with praise have celebrated him. Soma, Friend, springing forth with
his fair company.
Even him who rich in meath,
with undulating stream, Winnner of Wealth, Immortal, sends his voice from
heaven,
9 He sends it
into all the region forth from heaven. Soma, while he is filtcred, settles in
the jars.
With milk and waters is he
decked when pressed with stones: Indu, when purified, shall find sweet rest and
room.
10 Even thus
poured forth How on thy way, O Soma, vouchsafing us most manifold lively
vigour.
We will invoke benevolent Earth
and Heaven. Give us, ye Gods, riches with noble heroes.
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