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2 Drive, Pusan, from our road the wolf, the wicked inauspicious wolf, 3 Who lurks about the path we take, the robber with a guileful heart: 4 Tread with thy foot and trample out the firebrand of the wicked one, 5 Wise Pusan, Wonder−Worker, we claim of thee now the aid wherewith 6 So, Lord of all prosperity, best wielder of the golden sword, 7 Past all pursuers lead us, make pleasant our path and fair to tread: 8 Lead us to meadows rich in grass: send on our way no early heat: 9 Be gracious to us, fill us full, give, feed us, and invigorate: 10 No blame have we for Pusan; him we magnify with songs of praise:

2 Come, Indra, to this gladdening drink, placed on the grass, pressed out with stones: 3 To Indra have my songs of praise gone forth, thus rapidly sent hence, 4 Hither with songs of praise we call Indra to drink the Soma juice: 5 Indra, these Somas are expressed. Take them within thy belly, Lord 6 We know thee winner of the spoil, and resolute in battles, Sage! 7 Borne hither by thy Stallions, drink, Indra, this juice which we have pressed, 8 Indra, for thee, in thine own place, I urge the Soma for thy draught: 9 We call on thee, the Ancient One, Indra, to drink the Soma juice,

2 May Aditi welcome, even as a mother her dear heart−gladdening son, my song that lauds her. 3 In spirit him, the Sagest of the Sages; with sacrificial oil and meath bedew him 4 With willing mind, Indra, vouchsafe us cattle, prosperity, Lord of Bays! and pious patrons; 5 God Bhaga, Savitar who deals forth riches, Indra, and they who conquer Vrtra's treasures, 6 Let us declare his deeds, the undecaying unrivalled Victor whom the Maruts follow. 7 Praise him the Chief who gives the boon of riches, Brhaspati distributor of treasures, 8 Tended, Brhaspati, with thy protections, the princes are unharmed and girt by heroes. 9 Make their wealth flee who, through our hymns enjoying their riches, yield us not an ample guerdon. 10 With wheelless chariots drive down him, O Maruts, who at the feasts of Gods regards the demons. 11 Praise him whose bow is strong and sure his arrow, him who is Lord of every balm that bealeth. 12 May the House−friends, the cunning−handed Artists, may the Steer's Wives, the streams carved out by 13 My newest song, thought that now springs within me, I offer to the Great, the Sure Protector, 14 Now, even now, may thy fair praise, O Singer, attain Idaspati who roars and thunders, 15 May this my laud attain the troop of Maruts, those who are youths in act, the Sons of Rudra. 16 May this my laud reach earth and air's mid−region, and forest trees and plants to win me riches. 17 Gods, may we dwell in free untroubled bliss. 18 May we obtain the Asvins' newest favour, and gain their health−bestowing happy guidance.

2 According to primeval plan this Soma, with his stream, effused 3 For him victorious, waxen great, the juices with a thousand powers 4 Shedding the ancient fluid he is poured into the cleansing sieve: 5 Soma, while purifying, sends hither all things to be desired, 6 Soma, effused, pour on us wealth in kine, in heroes, steeds, and spoil,

2 Draw thy Friend to thee like a cow at milking: O Singer, wake up Indra as a lover. 3 Why, Maghavan, do they call thee Bounteous; Giver? Quicken me: thou, I hear, art he who quickens. 4 Standing, in battle for their rights, together, the people, Indra, in the fray invoke thee. 5 Whoso with plenteous food for him expresses strong Somas as much quickly−coming treasure, 6 He unto whom we offer praises, Indra, Maghavan, who hath joined to ours his wishes,− 7 With thy fierce bolt, O God invoked of many, drive to a distance from afar the foeman. 8 Indra, the swallower of strong libations rich in the boons they bring, the potent Somas, 9 Yea, by superior play he wins advantage, when he, a gambler, piles his gains in season. 10 O Much−invoked, may we subdue all famine and evil want with store of grain and cattle. 11 Brhaspati protect us from the rearward, and from above, and from below, from sinners!