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1. The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified
with milk, the active crusher of the foe.
2. Active, while being purified, he hath assailed all
enemies: they deck the Sage with holy hymns.
3. Pouring all glories hither, he, effused, hath passed
within the jar: Indu on Indra is bestowed.
4. From the two press-boards is the juice sent, like a
car-horse, to the sieve: the steed steps forward to the goal.
5. Impetuous, bright, have they come forth, unwearied in
their speed, like bulls, driving the black skin far away.
6. Soma, thou flowest chasing foes, finder of wisdom and
delight: drive thou the godless folk afar!
Flow onward with that stream wherewith thou gavest splendour to the Sun,
speeding the waters kind to man!
8. Flow onward thou who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter
Vritra who compassed and stayed the mighty floods!
9. Flow onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy
wild delights battered the nine-and-ninety down!
10. Flow, pressed, into the filter, speed the heavenly one
who winneth wealth, who bringeth booty through our juice!
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