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1. STREAM on
us riches that are sought by many, best at winning strength
Riches, O Indu, thousandfold,
glorious, conquering the great.
2 Effused, he
hath, as on a car, invested him in fleecy mail:
Onward hath Indu flowed in
streams, impelled, surrounded by the wood.
3 Effused,
this Indu hath flowed on, distilling rapture, to the fleece:
He goes erect, as seeking kine
in stream, with light, to sacrifice.
4 For thou
thyself, O Indu, God, to every mortal worshipper
Attractest riches thousandfold,
made manifest in hundred forms.
5 Good
Vrtra-slayer, may we be still nearest to this wealth of thine
Which many crave, nearest to
food and happiness, Resistless One!
6 Whom, bright
with native splendour, crushed between the pair of pressingstones -
The wavy Friend whom Indra
loves-the twice-five sisters dip and bathe,
7 Him with the
fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of all,
Who with exhilarating juice
goes forth to all the Deities.
8 Through
longing for this sap of yours ye drink what brings ability,
Even him who, dear as heaven's
own light, gives to our princes high renown.
9 Indu at holy
rites produced you, Heaven and Earth, the Friends of men,
Hill-haunting God the
Goddesses. They bruised him where the roar was loud.
10 For Vrtra-slaying
Indra, thou, Soma, art poured that he may drink,
Poured for the guerdon-giving
man, poured for the God who sitteth there.
11 These
ancient Somas, at the break of day, have flowed into the sieve,
Snorting away at early morn these
foolish evil-hearted ones.
12 Friends,
may the princes, ye and we, obtain this Most Resplendent One.
Gain him who hath the smell of
strength, win him whose home is very strength.
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