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Rig Veda Book 9 Hymn 55 यवं-यवं नो अन्धसा पुष्टम-पुष्टं परि सरव | सोम विश्वा च सौभगा || ईन्दो यथा तव सतवो यथा ते जातमन्धसः | नि बर्हिषि परिये सदः || उत नो गोविदश्ववित पवस्व सोमान्धसा | मक्षूतमेभिरहभिः || यो जिनाति न जीयते हन्ति शत्रुमभीत्य | स पवस्व सहस्रजित ||

yavaṃ-yavaṃ no andhasā puṣṭam-puṣṭaṃ pari srava | soma viśvā ca saubhaghā || īndo yathā tava stavo yathā te jātamandhasaḥ | ni barhiṣi priye sadaḥ || uta no ghovidaśvavit pavasva somāndhasā | makṣūtamebhirahabhiḥ || yo jināti na jīyate hanti śatrumabhītya | sa pavasva sahasrajit ||

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Rig Veda

  1. POUR on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment, And, Soma, all felicities. 2 As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from the juice, Seat thee on the dear sacred grass. 3 And, finding for us kine and steeds, O Soma, with thy juice flow on Through days that fly most rapidly. 4 As one who conquers, ne’er subdued, attacks and stays the enemy, Thus, Vanquisher of thousands! flow.