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Sit down, O friends, and sing aloud to him who purifies himself: Dress him in glory, like a child, with sacred rituals.
2
Join him, bringing prosperity to our homes, just as a calf does to its mother kine, Him who has double strength, the God, whose nectar delights.
3
Purify him who grants us power, so that he, Most Blessed One, may be A feast for the troop, Mitra, and Varuṇa.
4
Voices have sung aloud to you as the finder of wealth for us: We clothe the hue you wear with a robe of milk.
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You, Indu, are the food of gods, Sovereign of all joyful drinks: As friend to friend, be you the best finder of success.
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Drive utterly away from us each demon, each ravenous fiend, The godless and the false; keep sorrow far away.