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1
O SOMA DRINKER, ever true, utterly hopeless though we be,
Do thou, O
Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
In
thousands, O most wealthy One.
2
O Lord of Strength, whose jaws are strong, great deeds are thine, the powerful:
Do thou, O
Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
In
thousands, O most wealthy One.
3
Lull thou asleep, to wake no more, the pair who on each other look
Do thou, O
Indra, give us, help of beauteous horses and of kine,
In
thousands, O most wealthy One.
4
Hero, let hostile spirits sleep, and every gentler genius wake:
Do thou, O
Indra,. give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
In
thousands, O most wealthy One.
5
Destroy this ass, O Indra, who in tones discordant brays to thee:
Do thou, O Indra,
give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
In
thousands, O most wealthy One.
6
Far distant on the forest fall the tempest in a circling course!
Do thou, O
Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,
In
thousands, O most wealthy One.
7
Slay each reviler, and destroy him who in secret injures us:
Do thou, O
Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine
In
thousands, O most wealthy One.
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