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1. RAISING his
voice the King hath flowed upon his way: invested with the waters he would win
the kine.
The fleece retains his solid
parts as though impure, and bright and cleansed he seeks the special place of
Gods.
2 Thou, Soma,
art effused for Indra by the men, balmed in the wood as wave, Sage, Viewer of
mankind.
Full many are the paths whereon
thou mayest go: a thousand bay steeds hast thou resting in the bowls.
3 Apsarases
who dwell in waters of the sea, sitting within, have flowed to Soma wise of
heart.
They urge the Master of the
house upon his way, and to the Eternal Pavamana pray for bliss.
4 Soma flows
on for u's as winner of the kine, winner of thousands, cars, water, and light,
and gold;
He whom the Gods have made a
gladdening draught to drink, the drop most sweet to taste, weal-bringing, red
of hue.
5 Soma, as
Pavamana thou, our faithful Friend, making for us these real treasures, flowest
on.
Slay thou the enemy both near
and,far away: grant us security and ample pasturage.
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