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1. MORE beauteous
than the beautiful, as Indra's bolt, this Soma, rich in sweets, hath clamoured
in the vat.
Dropping with oil, abundant,
streams of sacrifice flow unto him like milch-kine, lowing, with their milk.
2 On flows
that Ancient One whom, hitherward, from heaven, sped through the region of the
air, the Falcon snatched.
He, quivering with alarm and
terrified in heart before bow-armed Krsanu, holdeth fast the sweet.
3 May those
first freshest drops of Soma juice effused flow on, their way to bring us
mighty strength in kine.
Beauteous as serpents, worthy
to be looked upon, they whom each sacred gift and all our prayers have pleased.
4 May that
much-lauded Indu, with a heart inclined to us, well-knowing, fight against our
enemies.
He who hath brought the germ
beside the Strong One's seat moves onward to the widely-opcned stall of kine.
5 The active
potent juice of heaven is flowing on, great Varuna whom the forward man can
ne'er deceive.
Mitra, the Holy, hath been
pressed for troubled times, neighing like an impatient horse amid the herd,
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