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यवंयवं नो अन्धसा पुष्टम्पुष्टं परि स्रव। सोम विश्वा च सौभगा॥

yavaṁyavaṁ no andhasā puṣṭampuṣṭaṁ pari srava | soma viśvā ca saubhagā ||

POUR on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment, And, Soma, all felicities.

इन्दो यथा तव स्तवो यथा ते जातमन्धसः। नि बर्हिषि प्रिये सदः॥

indo yathā tava stavo yathā te jātamandhasaḥ | ni barhiṣi priye sadaḥ ||

As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from the juice, Seat thee on the dear sacred grass.

उत नो गोविदश्ववित्पवस्व सोमान्धसा। मक्षूतमेभिरहभिः॥

uta no govidaśvavitpavasva somāndhasā | makṣūtamebhirahabhiḥ ||

And, finding for us kine and steeds, O Soma, with thy juice flow on Through days that fly most rapidly.

यो जिनाति न जीयते हन्ति शत्रुमभीत्य। स पवस्व सहस्रजित्॥

yo jināti na jīyate hanti śatrumabhītya | sa pavasva sahasrajit ||

As one who conquers, ne'er subdued, attacks and stays the enemy, Thus, Vanquisher of thousands! flow.