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1. You, foeman-slaying Varuna and Mitra, we
invoke with song,
Who, as with penfold of your arms, encompass round the realm
of light.
2 Stretch out your arms with favouring love
unto this man who singeth hymns,
For in all places is sung forth your evergracious
friendliness.
3 That I may gain a refuge now, may my
steps be on Mitra's path.
Men go protected in the charge of this dear Friend who harms
us not.
4 Mitra and Varuna, from you may I, by
song, win noblest meed.
That shall stir envy in the homes of wealthy chiefs and
those who praise.
5 With your fair splendours, Varuna and
Mitra, to our gathering come,
That in their homes the wealthy chiefs and they who are your
friends may thrive.
6 With those, moreover, among whom ye hold
your high supremacy,
Vouchsafe us room that we may win strength for prosperity
and wealth.
7 When morning flushes, Holy Ones! in the
Gods' realm where white Cows shine,
Supporting Arcananas, speed, ye Heroes, with your active
feet hither to my pressed Soma juice.
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