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WE will sing a sacred song for the Lovely One, who rides as a Steed, Dressed in milk for rapturous joy.
2
All our songs seek grace, in the ancient way, For Indra, for his drink.
3
Soma flows freely when it's purified, dear and sung by sages, Songs of Medhyātithi.
4
O Soma Pavamana, grant us exceeding glory, Riches, Indu, full of boundless might.
5
Like a swift steed racing to the prize, loved by the gods, Roars as he passes through the sieve.
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Flow on your path to give us strength, to make the sage strong: Soma, grant heroic power.