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1. THEY
cleanse the Gold-hued: like a red Steed is he yoked, and Soma in the jar is
mingled with the milk.
He sendeth out his voice, and
many loving friends of him the highly lauded hasten with their songs.
2 The many
sages utter words in unison, while into Indra's throat they pour the Soma
juice,
When, with the ten that dwell
together closely joined, the men whose hands are skilful cleanse the lovely
meath.
3 He goes upon
his way, unresting, to the cows, over the roaring sound which Sarya's Daughter
loves.
The Falcon brought it to him
for his own delight: now with the twofold kindred sisters is his home.
4 Washed by
the men, stone-pressed, dear on the holy grass, faithful to seasons, Lord of
cattle from of old,
Most liberal, completing
sacrifice for men, O Indra, pure bright Soma, Indu, flows for thee.
5 O Indra,
urged by arms of men and poured in streams, Soma flows on for thee after.his
Godlike kind.
Plans thou fulfillest,
gatherest thoughts for sacrifice: in the bowls sits the Gold-hued like a
roosting bird.
6 Sages
well-skilled in work, intelligent, drain out the stalk that roars, the Sage,
the Everlasting One.
The milk, the hymns unite them
with him in the place of sacrifice, his seat who is produced anew.
7 Earth's
central point, sustainer of the mighty heavens, distilled into the streams,
into the waters' wave,
As Indra's thunderbolt, Steer
with farspreading wealth, Soma is flowing on to make the heart rejoice.
8 Over the
earthly region flow thou on thy way, helping the praiser and the pourer, thou
Most Wise.
Let us not lack rich treasure
reaching to our home, and may we clothe ourselves in manifold bright wealth.
9 Hither, O
Indu, unto us a hundred gifts of steeds, a thousand gifts of cattle and of
gold,
Measure thou forth, yea,
splendid ample strengthening food do thou, O Pavamana, heed this laud of ours.
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