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    Stanza 9.57.1

    प्र ते॒ धारा॑ अस॒श्चतो॑ दि॒वो न य॑न्ति वृ॒ष्टयः॑ | अच्छा॒ वाजं॑ सह॒स्रिण॑म् ||

    prá te dhā́rā asaścáto divó ná yanti vr̥ṣṭáyaḥ áchā vā́jaṁ sahasríṇam

    Your unfailing streams flow forth, like showers from the sky, towards the Soma, which holds a thousandfold abundance.

    Stanza 9.57.2

    अ॒भि प्रि॒याणि॒ काव्या॒ विश्वा॒ चक्षा॑णो अर्षति | हरि॑स्तुञ्जा॒न आयु॑धा ||

    abhí priyā́ṇi kā́vyā víśvā cákṣāṇo arṣati háris tuñjāná ā́yudhā

    Moving along, the yellowish-green Soma beholds all the beloved sacred songs, skillfully preparing its weapons.

    Stanza 9.57.3

    स म॑र्मृजा॒न आ॒युभि॒रिभो॒ राजे॑व सुव्र॒तः | श्ये॒नो न वंसु॑ षीदति ||

    sá marmr̥jāná āyúbhir íbho rā́jeva suvratáḥ śyenó ná váṁsu ṣīdati

    He, purified by his energies, sits like a king, majestic and well-disciplined, like a falcon in the woods.

    Stanza 9.57.4

    स नो॒ विश्वा॑ दि॒वो वसू॒तो पृ॑थि॒व्या अधि॑ | पु॒ना॒न इ॑न्द॒वा भ॑र ||

    sá no víśvā divó vásūtó pr̥thivyā́ ádhi punāná indav ā́ bhara

    So, O Soma, while you are being purified, bring forth to us all the riches from the sky and the earth.

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