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The Soma drops that shower blessings have flowed to honor our king.
2
Then Trita’s maidens urge the golden ones with stones, Indu for Indra, for his drink.
3
Now like a swan he makes all the company sing each his hymn: He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.
4
O Soma, looking at heaven and earth, you run like a swift deer Set in the place of sacrifice.
5
The cows sang joyfully to him, just as a woman to her lover He came to a settled race.
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Grant us illustrious fame, both to our generous lords and me, Glory, intelligence, and wealth.