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HYMN CXVII

HYMN CXVII 1. Drink Soma, Lord of Bays, and let it cheer thee: Indra, the    stone, like a well-guided courser,   Directed by the presser’s arms hath pressed it. 2. So let the draught of joy, thy dear companion, by which, O Lord    of Bays, thou slayest foemen,   Delight thee, Indra, Lord of princely treasures. 3. Mark closely, Maghavan; the words I utter, this eulogy recited    by Vasishtha:   Accept the prayers I offer at thy banquet.