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1. The
singers hymn thee, they who chant the psalm of praise are lauding thee.
The Brahmans have exalted
thee, O Satakratu, like a pole.
2. All
sacred-songs have magnified Indra expansive as the sea,
Best of all warriors borne
on cars, the Lord of heroes, Lord of strength.
3. This
poured libation, Indra, drink, immortal, gladdening, excellent:
Streams of the bright have
flowed to thee here at the seat of holy Law.
4.
Stone-darting Indra, wondrous God, what wealth thou hast not given me here,
That bounty,
treasure-finder! bring, filling full both thy hands, to us!
5. O
Indra, hear Tiraschi's call, the call of him who serveth thee!
Satisfy him with wealth of
kine and valiant offspring! Great art thou.
6. This
Soma hath been pressed for thee, O Indra: bold one, mightiest, come!
May Indra-vigour fill thee
full, as Surya fills mid-air with rays
7. Come
hither, Indra, with thy bays, come thou to Kanva's eulogy!
Ye by command of yonder
Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.
8.
Song-lover! like a charioteer come songs to thee when Soma flows.
Together, they have called
to thee as mother-kine unto their calves.
9. Come
now and let us glorify pure Indra with pure Sama hymn!
Let milk-blent juice
delight him made stronger with pure, pure songs of praise!
10. That
which, most wealthy, makes you rich, in splendours most illustrious,
Soma is pressed: thy
gladdening drink, Indra libation's Lord! is this.
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