इन्द्रायindrāya सोमsoma सुषुतःsuṣutaḥ परिpari सरवापामीवाsravāpāmīvā भवतुbhavatu रक्षसाrakṣasā सहsaha |

माmā तेte रसस्यrasasya मत्सतmatsata दवयाविनोdvayāvino दरविणस्वन्तdraviṇasvanta इहiha सन्त्विन्दवःsantvindavaḥ ||
FLOW on to Indra, Soma, carefully effused: let sickness stay afar together with the fiends.
Let not the double-tongued delight them with thy juice. here be thy flowing drops laden with opulence.
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अस्मानasmān समर्येsamarye पवमानpavamāna चोदयcodaya दक्षोdakṣo देवानामसिdevānāmasi हिhi परियोpriyo मदःmadaḥ |

जहिjahi शत्रून्रभ्याśatrūnrabhyā भन्दनायतःbhandanāyataḥ पिबेन्द्रpibendra सोममवsomamava नोno मर्धोmṛdho जहिjahi ||
O Pavamana, urge us forward in the fight thou art the vigour of the Gods, the well-loved drink.
Smite thou our enemies who raise the shout of joy: Indra, drink Soma juice, and drive away our foes.
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अदब्धadabdha इन्दोindo पवसेpavase मदिन्तमmadintama आत्मेन्द्रस्यātmendrasya भवसिbhavasi धासिरुत्तमःdhāsiruttamaḥ |

अभिabhi सवरन्तिsvaranti बहवोbahavo मनीषिणोmanīṣiṇo राजानमस्यrājānamasya भुवनस्यनिंसतेbhuvanasyaniṃsate ||
Unharmed, best Cheerer, thou, O Indu, flowest on: thou, even thou thyself, art Indra's noblest food.
Full many a wise man lifts to thee the song of praise, and hails thee with a kiss as Sovran of this world.
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सहस्रणीथःsahasraṇīthaḥ शतधारोśatadhāro अद्भुतadbhuta इन्द्रायेन्दुःindrāyenduḥ पवतेpavate काम्यंkāmyaṃ मधुmadhu |

जयनjayan कषेत्रमभ्यर्षाkṣetramabhyarṣā जयन्नपjayannapa उरुंuruṃ नोno गातुंghātuṃ कर्णुkṛṇu सोमsoma मीढ्वःmīḍhvaḥ ||
Wondrous, with hundred streams, hymned in a thousand songs, Indu pours out for Indra his delightrul meath.
Winning us land and waters, flow thou hitherward: Rainer of bounties, Soma, make broad way for us.
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कनिक्रदतkanikradat कलशेkalaśe गोभिरज्यसेghobhirajyase वयव्ययंvyavyayaṃ समयाsamayā वारमर्षसिvāramarṣasi |

मर्म्र्ज्यमानोmarmṛjyamāno अत्योatyo नna सानसिरिन्द्रस्यsānasirindrasya सोमsoma जठरेjaṭhare समक्षरःsamakṣaraḥ ||
Roaring within the beaker thou art balmed with milk: thou passest through the fleecy filter all at once.
Carefully cleansed and decked like a prizewinning steed, O Soma, thou hast flowed down within Indra's throat.
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सवादुःsvāduḥ पवस्वpavasva दिव्यायdivyāya जन्मनेjanmane सवादुरिन्द्रायsvādurindrāya सुहवीतुनाम्नेsuhavītunāmne |

सवादुर्मित्रायsvādurmitrāya वरुणायvaruṇāya वायवेvāyave बर्हस्पतयेbṛhaspataye मधुमानदाभ्यःmadhumānadābhyaḥ ||
Flow onward sweet of flavour for the Heavenly Race, for Indra sweet, whose name is easily invoked:
Flow sweet for Mitra, Varuṇa, and Vāyu, rich in meath, inviolable for Bṛhaspati.
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अत्यंatyaṃ मर्जन्तिmṛjanti कलशेkalaśe दशdaśa कषिपःkṣipaḥ परpra विप्राणांviprāṇāṃ मतयोmatayo वाचvāca ईरतेīrate |

पवमानाpavamānā अभ्यर्षन्तिabhyarṣanti सुष्टुतिमेन्द्रंsuṣṭutimendraṃ विशन्तिमदिरासviśantimadirāsa इन्दवःindavaḥ ||
Ten rapid fingers deck the Courser in the jar: with hymns the holy singers send their voices forth.
The filtering juices hasten to their eulogy, the drops that gladden find their way to Indra's heart.
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पवमानोpavamāno अभ्यर्षाabhyarṣā सुवीर्यमुर्वींsuvīryamurvīṃ गव्यूतिंghavyūtiṃ महिmahi शर्मśarma सप्रथःsaprathaḥ |

माकिर्नोmākirno अस्यasya परिषूतिरीशतेन्दोpariṣūtirīśatendo जयेमjayema तवयाधनं-धनमtvayādhanaṃ-dhanam ||
While thou art purified pour on us hero strength, great, far-extended shelter, spacious pasturage.
Let no oppression master this our holy work: may we, O Indu, gain all opulence through thee.
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अधिadhi दयामस्थादdyāmasthād वर्षभोvṛṣabho विचक्षणो.अरूरुचदvicakṣaṇo.arūrucad विvi दिवोdivo रोचनाrocanā कविःkaviḥ |

राजाrājā पवित्रमत्येतिpavitramatyeti रोरुवदroruvad दिवःdivaḥ पीयूषन्दुहतेpīyūṣanduhate नर्चक्षसःnṛcakṣasaḥ ||
The Steer who sees afar hath risen above the sky: the Sage hath caused the lights of heaven to give their shine.
The. King is passing through the filter with a roar: they drain the milk of heaven from him who looks on men.
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दिवोdivo नाकेnāke मधुजिह्वाmadhujihvā असश्चतोasaścato वेनाvenā दुहन्त्युक्षणंduhantyukṣaṇaṃ गिरिष्ठामghiriṣṭhām |

अप्सुapsu दरप्संdrapsaṃ वाव्र्धानंvāvṛdhānaṃ समुद्रsamudra आā सिन्धोरूर्मामधुमन्तंsindhorūrmāmadhumantaṃ पवित्रpavitra आā ||
High in the vault of heaven, unceasing, honey-tongued, the Loving Ones drain out the mountain-haunting Steer,—
The drop that hath grown great in waters, in the lake meath-rich, in the stream's wave and in the cleansing sieve.
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नाकेnāke सुपर्णमुपपप्तिवांसंsuparṇamupapaptivāṃsaṃ गिरोghiro वेनानामक्र्पन्तvenānāmakṛpanta पूर्वीःpūrvīḥ |

शिशुंśiśuṃ रिहन्तिrihanti मतयःmatayaḥ पनिप्नतंpanipnataṃ हिरण्ययंhiraṇyayaṃ शकुनंśakunaṃ कषामणिkṣāmaṇi सथामsthām ||
The Loving Ones besought with many voices the Eagle who had flown away to heaven.
Hymns kiss the Youngling worthy of laudation, resting on earth, the Bird of golden colour.
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ऊर्ध्वोūrdhvo गन्धर्वोghandharvo अधिadhi नाकेnāke अस्थादasthād विश्वाviśvā रूपाrūpā परतिचक्षाणोpraticakṣāṇo अस्यasya |

भानुःbhānuḥ शुक्रेणśukreṇa शोचिषाśociṣā वयद्यौतvyadyaut परारूरुचदprārūrucad रोदसीrodasī मातराmātarā शुचिःśuciḥ ||
High to heaven's vault hath the Gandharva risen, beholding all his varied forms and figures.
His ray hath shone abroad with gleaming splendour: pure, he hath lighted both the worlds, the Parents.
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