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Urged by humans, this powerful horse, Lord of minds, All-knowing, Races toward the wool spinner.
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Through the filter it flows, this Soma for the gods, Distributed, Entering all their essences.
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Radiant there, this immortal God in his abode, Slayer of foes, dear to the gods.
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Guided by the Ten Sisters, Roaring on its path, This Ox Charges toward the wooden vats.
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This Pavamana, swift and strong, All-knowing, Gave vigor to The Sun and all his forms of light.
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When this Soma is purified, It flows mightily and unerring, Slayer of sinners, dear to the gods.