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1. Pressed
is the juice divine with milk commingled: thereto hath Indra ever been
accustomed.
We wake thee, Lord of bays,
with sacrifices: mark this our laud in the wild joys of Soma!
2. A home
is made for thee to dwell in, Indra: O much-invoked one, with the men go
thither!
Thou, that thou mayest
guard us and increase us, givest us wealth and joyest in the Somas.
3. The
well thou clavest, settest free the fountains, and gavest rest to floods that
were obstructed.
Thou, Indra, laying the
great mountain open, slaying the Ddnava, didst loose the torrents.
4. When we
have pressed the juice we laud thee, Indra, most valorous! even about to win
the booty.
Bring us prosperity, and by
thy great wisdom, under thine own protection, may we conquer!
5. Thy
right hand have we grasped in ours, O Indra, longing, thou very Lord of wealth,
for treasures.
Because we know thee, hero,
Lord of cattle: vouchsafe us mighty and resplendent riches!
6. Men
call on Indra in the armed encounter that he may make the hymns they sing
decisive.
Hero in combat and in love
of glory, give us a portion of the stall of cattle!
7. Like
birds of beauteous wing the Priyamedhas, Rishis, imploring, have come nigh to
Indra.
Dispel the darkness and
fill full our vision: deliver us as men whom snares entangle!
8. They gaze on thee with longing in their spirit, as on a
strongwinged bird that mounteth sky-ward;
On thee with wings of gold, Varuna's envoy, the Bird that hasteneth to the
home of Yama.
9. First in the ancient time was Prayer engendered: Vena
disclosed the bright ones from the summit,
Laid bare this world's lowest and highest regions, womb of the existent and
the non-existent.
10. They have prepared and fashioned for this hero words
never matched, most plentiful, most auspicious,
For him the ancient, great, strong, energetic, the very mighty wielder of
the thunder.
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