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एष प्र कोशे मधुमाँ अचिक्रददिन्द्रस्य वज्रो वपुषो वपुष्टरः। अभीमृतस्य सुदुघा घृतश्चुतो वाश्रा अर्षन्ति पयसेव धेनवः॥

eṣa pra kośe madhumā acikradadindrasya vajro vapuṣo vapuṣṭaraḥ | abhīmṛtasya sudughā ghṛtaścuto vāśrā arṣanti payaseva dhenavaḥ ||

MORE beauteous than the beautiful, as Indra's bolt, this Soma, rich in sweets, hath clamoured in the vat. Dropping with oil, abundant, streams of sacrifice flow unto him like milch-kine, lowing, with their milk.

स पूर्व्यः पवते यं दिवस्परि श्येनो मथायदिषितस्तिरो रजः। स मध्व आ युवते वेविजान इत्कृशानोरस्तुर्मनसाह बिभ्युषा॥

sa pūrvyaḥ pavate yaṁ divaspari śyeno mathāyadiṣitastiro rajaḥ | sa madhva ā yuvate vevijāna itkṛśānorasturmanasāha bibhyuṣā ||

On flows that Ancient One whom, hitherward, from heaven, sped through the region of the air, the Falcon snatched. He, quivering with alarm and terrified in heart before bow-armed Krsanu, holdeth fast the sweet.

ते नः पूर्वास उपरास इन्दवो महे वाजाय धन्वन्तु गोमते। ईक्षेण्यासो अह्यो न चारवो ब्रह्मब्रह्म ये जुजुषुर्हविर्हविः॥

te naḥ pūrvāsa uparāsa indavo mahe vājāya dhanvantu gomate | īkṣeṇyāso ahyo na cāravo brahmabrahma ye jujuṣurhavirhaviḥ ||

May those first freshest drops of Soma juice effused flow on, their way to bring us mighty strength in kine. Beauteous as serpents, worthy to be looked upon, they whom each sacred gift and all our prayers have pleased.

अयं नो विद्वान्वनवद्वनुष्यत इन्दुः सत्राचा मनसा पुरुष्टुतः। इनस्य यः सदने गर्भमादधे गवामुरुब्जमभ्यर्षति व्रजम्॥

ayaṁ no vidvānvanavadvanuṣyata induḥ satrācā manasā puruṣṭutaḥ | inasya yaḥ sadane garbhamādadhe gavāmurubjamabhyarṣati vrajam ||

May that much-lauded Indu, with a heart inclined to us, well-knowing, fight against our enemies. He who hath brought the germ beside the Strong One's seat moves onward to the widely-opcned stall of kine.

चक्रिर्दिवः पवते कृत्व्यो रसो महाँ अदब्धो वरुणो हुरुग्यते। असावि मित्रो वृजनेषु यज्ञियोऽत्यो न यूथे वृषयुः कनिक्रदत्॥

cakrirdivaḥ pavate kṛtvyo raso mahā adabdho varuṇo hurugyate | asāvi mitro vṛjaneṣu yajñiyo'tyo na yūthe vṛṣayuḥ kanikradat ||

The active potent juice of heaven is flowing on, great Varuna whom the forward man can ne'er deceive. Mitra, the Holy, hath been pressed for troubled times, neighing like an impatient horse amid the herd,