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THE SAMA VEDA<br />
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IV Indra<br />
1. For Indra, lover of carouse, loud be our songs about the juice:<br />
Let poets sing the song of praise<br />
2. We summon Indra to the draught, in whom all glories rest, in whom<br />
The seven communities rejoice.<br />
3. At the Trikadrukas the Gods span sacrifice that stirs the mind:<br />
Let our songs aid and prosper it!<br />
V Indra<br />
1. Here, Indra, is thy Soma draught, made pure upon the sacred grass:<br />
Run hither, come and drink thereof!<br />
2. Strong-rayed! adored with earnest hymns! this juice is shed for thy delight:<br />
Thou art invoked, Akhandala!<br />
3. To Kundapayya, grandson's son, grandson of Sringavrish! to thee,<br />
To him have I addressed my thought.<br />
VI Indra<br />
1. Indra, as one with mighty arm, gather for us with thy right hand,<br />
Manifold and nutritious spoil!<br />
2. We know thee mighty in thy deeds, of mighty bounty, mighty wealth.<br />
Mighty in measure, prompt to aid.<br />
3. Hero when thou wouldst give thy gifts, neither the Gods nor mortal men<br />
Restrain thee like a fearful bull.<br />
VII Indra<br />
1. Hero, the Soma being shed, I pour the juice for thee to drink:<br />
Sate thee and finish thy carouse!<br />
2. Let not the fools, or those who mock, beguile thee when they seek thine aid:<br />
Love not the enemy of prayer!<br />
3. Here let them cheer thee well supplied with milk to great munificence:<br />
Drink as the wild bull drinks the lake!<br />
VIII lndra<br />
I. Here is the Soma juice expressed: O Vasu, drink till thou art full!<br />
Undaunted God, we give it thee!<br />
2. Washed by the men, pressed out with stones, strained through the filter made of wool,<br />
'Tis like a courser bathed in streams.<br />
3. This juice have we made sweet for thee like barley, blending it with milk.<br />
Indra, I call thee to our feast.<br />
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