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1. When
Somas flow thou makest pure, Indra, thy mind that merits laud
For gain of strength that
ever grows: for great is he.
2. Sing
forth to him whom many men invoke, to him whom many laud:
Invite the potent Indra
with your songs of praise
3. We sing
this strong and wild delight of thine which conquer; in the fray,
Which, Caster of the Stone!
gives room and shines like gold,
4. Whether
thou drink the Soma by Vishnu's or Trita Aptya's side,
Or with the Maruts, Indra!
quaff the following drops.
5. Come,
priest, and of the savoury juice pour forth a yet more gladdening draught:
So is the hero praised who
ever prospers us.
6. Pour
out the drops for Indra; let him drink the meath of Soma juice!
He through his majesty
sends forth his bounteous gifts.
7. Come,
sing we praise to Indra, friends! the hero who deserves the laud,
Him who with none to aid
o'ercomes all tribes of men.
8. Sing ye
a psalm to Indra, sing a great song to the lofty Sage,
To him who maketh prayer,
inspired who loveth laud!
9. He who
alone bestoweth wealth on mortal man who offereth gifts
Is Indra only, potent Lord
whom none resist.
10.
Companions, let us learn a prayer to Indra, to the Thunderer,
To glorify your bold and
most heroic friend!
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