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1. WAKE with one mind, my
friends, and kindle Agni, ye who are many and who dwell together.
Agni and Dadhikras and Dawn the Goddess, you,
Gods with Indra, I call down to help us.
2 Make pleasant hymns, spin
out your songs and praises: build ye a ship equipped with oars for transport.
Prepare the implements, make all things ready,
and let the sacrifice, my friends, go forward.
3 Lay on the yokes, and fasten
well the traces: formed is the furrow, sow the seed within it.
Through song may we find bearing fraught with
plenty: near to the ripened grain approach the sickle.
4 Wise, through desire of
bliss from Gods, the skilful bind the traces fast, And lay the yokes on either
side.
5 Arrange the buckets in their
place securely fasten on the straps.
We will pour forth the well that hath a copious
stream, fair-flowing well that never fails.
6 I pour the water from the well
with pails prepared and goodly straps,
Unfailing, full, with plenteous stream.
7 Refresh the horses, win the
prize before you: equip a chariot fraught with happy fortune.
Pour forth the well with stone wheel, wooden
buckets, the drink of heroes, with the trough for armour.
8 Prepare the cow-stall, for
there drink your heroes: stitch ye the coats of armour, wide and many.
Make iron forts, secure from all assailants let
not your pitcher leak: stay it securely.
9 Hither, for help, I turn the
holy heavenly mind of you the Holy Gods, that longs for sacrifice.
May it pour milk for us, even as a stately cow
who, having sought the pasture, yields a thousand streams.
10 Pour golden juice within the
wooden vessel: with stone-made axes fashion ye and form it.
Embrace and compass it with tenfold girdle, and
to both chariot-poles attach the car-horse.
11 Between both poles the
car-horse goes pressed closely, as in his dwelling moves the doubly-wedded.
Lay in the wood the Soviran of the Forest, and
sink the well although ye do not dig it.
12 Indra is he, O men, who
gives us happiness: sport, urge the giver of delight to win us strength
Bring quickly down, O priests, hither to give
us aid, to drink the Soma, Indra Son of Nistigri.
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