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With powerful flow, the currents move, toward the Gods he steers. The singers sing his praises, and wise priests adorn the chariot, Brought forth as light that deserves to be praised.
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You win these things easily, Soma, Lord of wealth, Fill up the ocean that claims our praise.
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Preserve us from the godless, from the voices of the wicked, So that we may be free from blame.
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Win all treasures at once, O Soma, with your stream, Drive our enemies to one place.
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Preserve us from the godless, from the voices of the wicked, So that we may be free from blame.
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O Indu, as you flow, bring us the wealth of earth and heaven, And splendid vigor, in your stream.