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2 He, bearing in his hand all manly might, crouched in the cavern, struck the Gods with fear. 3 He, like the Unborn, holds the broad earth up; and with effective utterance fixed the sky. 4 Whoso hath known him dwelling in his lair, and hath approached the stream of holy Law,− 5 He who grows mightily in herbs, within each fruitful mother and each babe she bears,

2 When, Varuna and Mitra, ye sit in your golden dwelling−place, 3 All these, possessors of all wealth, Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman, 4 For they are true, they cleave to Law, held holy among every race, 5 Which of your persons, Varuna or Mitra, merits not our praise?

2 Brightly hath Agni shone by us enkindled: the limits even of darkness were apparent. 3 With hymns the deft priest is about you, Asvins, the eloquent priest attends you now, Nasatyas. 4 When, suppliant for your help, Lovers of Sweetness! I seeking wealth call you to our libation, 5 Bring forward, Asvins, Gods, to its fulfilment my never−wearied prayer that asks for riches. 6 Favour us in these prayers of ours, O Asvins. May we have genial vigour, ne'er to fail us. 7 Lovers of Sweetness, we have brought this treasure to you as 'twere an envoy sent for friendship. 8 With one, the same, intention, ye swift movers, o'er the Seven Rivers hath your chariot travelled. 9 Exhaustless be your bounty to our princes who with their wealth incite the gift of riches, 10 Now hear, O Youthful Twain, mine invocation: come, Asvins, to the home where food aboundeth.

2 Bring cattle, bring us ornament, bring us embellishment and steeds, 3 And, Bold One, bring in ample store rich jewels to adorn thi; ear, 4 None other is there for the priest, Hero! but thou, to give him gifts, 5 Indra can never be brought low, Sakra can never be subdued: 6 He spieth out the wrath of man, he who can never be deceived: 7 He hath his stomach full of might, the Vrtra−slayer, Conqueror, 8 In thee all treasures are combined, Soma all blessed things in thee, 9 To thee speeds forth my hope that craves the gift of corn, and kine and gold, 10 Indra, through hope in thee alone even this sickle do I grasp.

2 Effused as cheerer of the men, flowing best gladdener, thou art 3 Poured forth by pressing−stones, do thou with loud roar send us in a stream 4 Indu, urged forward, floweth through the fleecy cloth: the Tawny One 5 Indu, thou flowest through the fleece, bringing felicities and fame, 6 Hither, O Indu, bring us wealth in steeds and cattle hundredfold: 7 In purifying, through the sieve the rapid drops of'Soma juice 8 For Indra floweth excellent Indu, the noblest Soma juice 9 The glittering maids send Sura forth they with their song have sung aloud 10 May Pusan, drawn by goats, be our protector, and on all his paths 11 This Soma flows like gladdening oil for him who wears the braided locks: 12 This Soma juice, O glowing God, flows like pure oil, effused for thee: 13 Flow onward, Soma, in thy stream, begetter of the sages' speech: 14 The Falcon dips within the jars: he wrap.him in his robe and goes 15 Soma, thy juice hath been effused and poured into the pitcher: like 16 For Indra flow most rich in sweets, O Soma, bringing him delight. 17 They were sent forth to feast the Gods, like chariots that display their strength. 18 Brilliant, best givers of delight, these juices have sent Vayu forth. 19 Bruised by the press−stones and extolled, Soma, thou goest to the sieve, 20 This juice bruised by the pressing−stones and lauded passes through the sieve, 21 O Pavamana, drive away the danger, whether near at hand 22 This day may Pavamana cleanse us with his purifying power, 23 O Agni, with the cleansing light diffused through all thy fiery glow, 24 Cleanse us with thine own cleansing power, O Agni, that is bright with flame, 25 Savitar, God, by both of these, libation, purifying power, 26 Cleanse us, God Savitar, with Three, O Soma, with sublimest forms, 27 May the Gods' company make me clean, and Vasus make rue pure by song.

28 Fill thyself full of juice, flow forth, O Soma, thou with all thy stalks, 29 We with our homage have approached the Friend who seeks our wondering praise, 30 Lost is Alayya's axe. O Soma, God do thou send it back hither in thy flow 31 The man who reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns, 32 Whoever reads the essence stored by saints, the Pavamani hymns,

2 Thinking aright, praising eternal Order, the sons of Dyaus the Asura, those heroes, 3 Girt by his friends who cried with swanlike voices, bursting the stony barriers of the prison, 4 Apart from one, away from two above him, he drave the kine that stood in bonds of falsehood. 5 When he had cleft the lairs and western castle, he cut off three from him who held the waters. 6 As with a hand, so with his roaring Indra cleft Vala through, the guardian of the cattle. 7 He with bright faithful Friends, winners of booty, hath rent the milker of the cows asunder. 8 They, longing for the kine, with faithful spirit incited with their hymns the Lord of cattle. 9 In our assembly with auspicious praises exalting him who roareth like a lion, 10 When he had won him every sort of booty and gone to heaven and its most lofty mansions, 11 Fulfil the prayer that begs for vital vigour: aid in your wonted manner even the humble. 12 Indra with mighty strength cleft asunder the head of Arbuda the watery monster,