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LIKE swift horses they have been sent forth to be the feast of gods, joying in mountains, flowing on.
2
To Vāyu flow the Soma-streams, the drops of juice made beautiful Like a bride dowered by her sire.
3
Pressed in the mortar, these, the drops of juice, the Somas rich in food, Give strength to Indra with their work.
4
Deft-handed men, run hither, seize the brilliant juices blended with meal, And cook with milk the gladdening draught.
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Thus, Soma, Conqueror of wealth! flow, finding furtherance for us, Giver of ample opulence.
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This Pavamana, meet to be adorned, the fingers ten adorn, The draught that shall make Indra glad.