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2 Come hither, Agni; sit thee down as Hotar; be thou who never wast deceived our leader. 3 Burn thou up all the Riksasas, O Agni; ward thou off curses from our sacrifices. 4 Thou Priest with lip and voice that bring us children hast been invoked. Here with the Gods be seated. 5 As with oblations of the priestly Manus thou worshippedst the Gods, a Sage with sages,

2 Most frequent guests, they scorn not what is ready: even now the lauded Asvins are beside us. 3 Yea, come at milking−time, at early morning, at noon of day and when the Sun is setting, 4 For this place, Asvins, was of old your dwelling, these were your houses, this your habitation. 5 May we obtain the Asvins' newest favour, and gain their health−bestowing happy guidance.

7 She bringeth bounty and sweet charm of voices. The flushing Dawn is sung by the Vasist 2 Turned to this All, far−spreading, she hath risen and shone in brightness with white robes about her. 3 Bearing the Gods' own Eye, auspicious Lady, leading her Courser white and fair to look on, 4 Draw nigh with wealth and dawn away the foeman: prepare for us wide pasture free from danger. 5 Send thy most excellent beams to shine and light us, giving us lengthened days, O Dawn, O Goddess, 6 O Usas, nobly−born, Daughter of Heaven, whom the Vasisthas with their hymns make mighty,

2 Drink the libation rich in sweets, O Asvins Twain: sit. Heroes, on the sacred grass. 3 The Priyamedhas bid you come with all the succours that are yours. 4 Drink ye the Soma rich in meath, ye Asvins Twain: sit gladly on the sacred grass. 5 Come to us, O ye Asvins, now with steeds of many a varied hue, 6 For we the priestly singers, fain tohymn your praise, invoke you for the gain of strength.

2 He takes his weapons, like a hero, in his hands, fain to win light, car−borne, in forays for the kine. 3 Soma, as thou art purified with flowing wave, exhibiting thy strength enter thou Indra's throat. 4 Onward he flows, the King of all that sees the light: the Rsis' Lord hath raised the song of sacrifice; 5 Like as a bull to herds, thou flowest to the pail, bellowing as a steer upon the water's lap.

2 Press the libation out, most excellent of all: the Pressing−stone is grasped like a hand−guided steed. 3 Juice that this Stone pours out removes defect of ours, as in old time it brought prosperity to man. 4 Drive ye the treacherous demons far away from us: keep Nirrti afar and banish Penury. 5 To you who are more mighty than the heavens themselves, who, finishing your task with more than 6 Stirred be the glorious Stones: let it press out the juice, the Stone with heavenly song that reaches up to 7 The Stones press out the Soma, swift as car−borne men, and, eager for the spoil, drain forth the sap ther 8 Ye, present men, have been most skilful in your work, even ye, O Stones who pressed Soma for Indra's