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2 Let our strong drink, most excellent, exhilarating, come to thee, 3 Thou, Hero, winner of the spoil, urgest to speed the car of man. 4 Empowered by thine own might, O Sage, thou stolest Sarya's chariot wheel. 5 Most mighty is thy rapturous joy, most splendid is thine active power, 6 As thou, O Indra, to the ancient singers wast ever joy, as water to the thirsty,

2 Stones, drive calamity away, drive ye away malevolence: 3 Of one accord the upper Stones, giving the Bull his bull−like strength, 4 May Savitar the God, O Stones, stir you as Law commands for him