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1. ON flows
the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens, the strength of Gods, whom men must
hail with shouts of joy.
The Gold-hued, started like a
courser by brave men, impetuously winneth splendour in the streams.
2 He takes his
weapons, like a hero, in his hands, fain to win light, car-borne, in forays for
the kine.
Indu, while stimulating India's
might, is urged forward and balmed by sages skilful in their task.
3 Soma, as
thou art purified with flowing wave, exhibiting thy strength enter thou Indra's
throat.
Make both worlds stream for us,
as lightning doth the clouds: mete out exhaustless powers for us, as 'twere
through song.
4 Onward he
flows, the King of all that sees the light: the Rsis' Lord hath raised the song
of sacrifice;
Even he who is adorned with
Surya's arrowy beam, Father of hymns, whose wisdom is beyond our reach.
5 Like as a
bull to herds, thou flowest to the pail, bellowing as a steer upon the water's
lap.
So, best of Cheerers, thou for
Indra flowest on that we, with thy protection, may o'ercome in fight.
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