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1. RUN onward
to the reservoir and seat thee: cleansed by the men speed forward to the
battle.
Making thee beauteous like an able
courser, forth to the sacred grass with reins they lead thee.
2 Indu, the
well-armed God, is flowing onward, who quells the curse and guards from
treacherous onslaught,
Father, begetter of the Gods,
most skilful, the buttress of the heavens and earth's supporter.
3. Rsi and
Sage, the Champion of the people, cleft and sagacious, Usana in wisdom,
He hath discovered even their
hidden nature, the Cows' concealed and most mysterious title.
4 This thine own
Soma rich in meath, O Indra, Steer for the Steer, hath flowed into the filter.
The strong Free-giver, winning
hundreds, thousands, hath reached the holy grass that never fails him.
5 These Somas
are for wealth of countless cattle, renown therefor, and mighty strength
immortal.
These have been sent forth,
urified by strainers, like steeds who rusg to battle fain for glory.
6 He, while he
cleanses him, invoked of many, hath flowed to give the people all enjoyment.
Thou whom the Falcon brought,
bring, dainty viands, bestir thyself and send us wealth and booty.
7 This Soma,
pressed into the cleansing filter, hath run as 'twere a host let loose, the
Courser;
Like a strong bull who whets
his horns kpen-pointed, like a brave warrior in the fray for cattle.
8 He issued
forth from out the loftiest mountain, and found kine hidden somewhere in a
stable.
Soma's stream clears itself for
thee, O Indra, like lightning thundering through the clouds of heaven,
9 Cleansing
thyselr, and borne along with Indra, Soma, thou goest round the herd of cattle.
May thy praise help us, Mighty
One, prompt Giver, to the full ample food which thou bestowest.
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