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1. As for a
chariot-race, the skilful Speaker, Chief, Sage, Inventor, hath, with song, been
started.
The sisters ten upon the fleecy
summit drive on the Car-horse to the resting places.
2 The drop of
Soma, pressed by wise Nahusyas, becomes the banquet of the Heavenly People -
Indu, by hands of mortal men
made beauteous, immortal, with the sheep and cows and waters.
3 Steer
roaring unto Steer, this Pavamana, this juice runs to the white milk of the
milch-cow.
Through thousand fine hairs
goes the tuneful Singer, like Sura by his fair and open pathways.
4 Break down
the, strong seats even of the demons: cleansing thee, Indu, robd thyself in
vigour.
Rend with thy swift bolt,
coming from above them, those who are near and those who yet are distant.
5 Prepare the
forward paths in ancient manner for the new bymn, thou Giver of all bounties.
Those which are high and hard
for foes to conquer may we gain from thee, Active! Food-bestower!
6 So purifying
thee vouchsafe us waters, heaven's light, and cows, offipring and many
children.
Give us health, ample land, and
lights, O Soma, and grant us long to look upon the sunshine.
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