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    Stanza 10.148.1

    सु॒ष्वा॒णास॑ इन्द्र स्तु॒मसि॑ त्वा सस॒वांस॑श्च तुविनृम्ण॒ वाज॑म् | आ नो॑ भर सुवि॒तं यस्य॑ चा॒कन्त्मना॒ तना॑ सनुयाम॒ त्वोताः॑ ||

    suṣvāṇā́sa indra stumási tvā sasavā́ṁsaś ca tuvinr̥mṇa vā́jam ā́ no bhara suvitáṁ yásya cākán tmánā tánā sanuyāma tvótāḥ

    Indra, when we have pressed the Soma juice and have won the prize, we praise you. Bring us prosperity, for which we strive, and may we, protected by you, achieve it.

    Stanza 10.148.2

    ऋ॒ष्वस्त्वमि॑न्द्र शूर जा॒तो दासी॒र्विशः॒ सूर्ये॑ण सह्याः | गुहा॑ हि॒तं गुह्यं॑ गू॒ळ्हम॒प्सु बि॑भृ॒मसि॑ प्र॒स्रव॑णे॒ न सोम॑म् ||

    r̥ṣvás tvám indra śūra jātó dā́sīr víśaḥ sū́ryeṇa sahyāḥ gúhā hitáṁ gúhyaṁ gūḷhám apsú bibhr̥mási prasrávaṇe ná sómam

    O Indra, O Hero, you who are great from birth, may you overcome the Dasa people with the sun. We bring forth the hidden and concealed thing from the waters, like Soma from its hiding place.

    Stanza 10.148.3

    अ॒र्यो वा॒ गिरो॑ अ॒भ्य॑र्च वि॒द्वानृषी॑णां॒ विप्रः॑ सुम॒तिं च॑का॒नः | ते स्या॑म॒ ये र॒णय॑न्त॒ सोमै॑रे॒नोत तुभ्यं॑ रथोळ्ह भ॒क्षैः ||

    aryó vā gíro abhy àrca vidvā́n ŕ̥ṣīṇāṁ vípraḥ sumatíṁ cakānáḥ té syāma yé raṇáyanta sómair enótá túbhyaṁ rathoḷha bhakṣaíḥ

    O Indra, you who know, respond to the prayers of the devotee. May we be those who delight in Soma and in your offerings, O rider of the chariot.

    Stanza 10.148.4

    इ॒मा ब्रह्मे॑न्द्र॒ तुभ्यं॑ शंसि॒ दा नृभ्यो॑ नृ॒णां शू॑र॒ शवः॑ | तेभि॑र्भव॒ सक्र॑तु॒र्येषु॑ चा॒कन्नु॒त त्रा॑यस्व गृण॒त उ॒त स्तीन् ||

    imā́ bráhmendra túbhyaṁ śaṁsi dā́ nŕ̥bhyo nr̥ṇā́ṁ śūra śávaḥ tébhir bhava sákratur yéṣu cākánn utá trāyasva gr̥ṇatá utá stī́n

    O Indra, we sing these prayers to you. Grant strength to men. O Hero, may you be in accord with those who praise you and protect the singers and their companions.

    Stanza 10.148.5

    श्रु॒धी हव॑मिन्द्र शूर॒ पृथ्या॑ उ॒त स्त॑वसे वे॒न्यस्या॒र्कैः | आ यस्ते॒ योनिं॑ घृ॒तव॑न्त॒मस्वा॑रू॒र्मिर्न निम्नैर्द्र॑वयन्त॒ वक्वाः॑ ||

    śrudhī́ hávam indra śūra pŕ̥thyā utá stavase venyásyārkaíḥ ā́ yás te yóniṁ ghr̥távantam ásvār ūrmír ná nímnaír dravayanta vákvāḥ

    O Indra, hero, listen to our call and our praise sung by Venya. You approach your ghee-filled dwelling, like a rolling wave rushing forward with swift currents.

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