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1. COME thou to what the stones have
pressed, drink Soma, O thou Soma's Lord,
Indra best Vrtra-slayer Strong One, with the Strong.
2 Strong is the stone, the draught is
strong, strong is this Soma that is pressed,
Indra, best Vrtra-slayer, Strong One with the Strong.
3 As strong I call on thee the Strong, O
Thunder-armed, with various aids,
Indra, best Vrtra-slayer, Strong One with the Strong.
4 Impetuous, Thunderer, Strong, quelling
the mighty, King, potent, Vrtra-slayer, Soma-drinker,
May he come hither with his yoked Bay Horses; may Indra
gladden him at the noon libation.
5 O Surya, when the Asura's descendant
Svarbhanu, pierced thee through and through with darkness,
All creatures looked like one who is bewildered, who knoweth
not the place where he is standing.
6 What time thou smotest down Svarbhanu's
magic that spread itself beneath the sky, O Indra,
By his fourth sacred prayer Atri disoovered Surya concealed
in gloom that stayed his function.
7 Let not the oppressor with this dread,
through anger swallow me up, for I am thine, O Atri.
Mitra art thou, the sender of true blessings: thou and King
Varuna be both my helpers.
8 The Brahman Atri, as he set the
press-stones, serving the Gods with praise and adoration,
Established in the heaven the eye of Surya, and caused
Svarbhanu's magic arts to vanish.
9 The Atris found the Sun again, him whom
Svarbhanu of the brood
Of Asuras had pierced with gloom. This none besides had
power to do.
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