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4 5 2 03 01a eṣa dhiyā yātyaṇvya śūro rathebhirāśubhiḥ .
4 5 2 03 01c gacchannindrasya niṣkṛtam .. 1266
4 5 2 03 02a eṣa purū dhiyāyate bṛhate devatātaye .
4 5 2 03 02c yatrāmṛtāsa āśata .. 1267
4 5 2 03 03a etaṃ mṛjanti marjyamupa droṇeṣvāyavaḥ .
4 5 2 03 03c pracakrāṇaṃ mahīriṣaḥ .. 1268
4 5 2 03 04a eṣa hito vi nīyate 'ntaḥ śundhyāvatā pathā .
4 5 2 03 04c yadī tuñjanti bhūrṇayaḥ .. 1269
4 5 2 03 05a eṣa rukmibhirīyate vāji śubhrebhiraṃśubhiḥ .
4 5 2 03 05c patiḥ sindhūnāṃ bhavan .. 1270
4 5 2 03 06a eṣa śṛṅgāṇi dodhuvacchiśīte yūthyo3 vṛṣā .
4 5 2 03 06c nṛmṇā dadhāna ojasā .. 1271
4 5 2 03 07a eṣa vasūni pibdanaḥ paruṣā yayivāṃ ati .
4 5 2 03 07c ava śādeṣu gacchati .. 1272
4 5 2 03 08a etamu tyaṃ daśa kṣipo hariṃ hivanti yātave .
4 5 2 03 08c svāyudhaṃ madintamam .. 1273

Through the fine fingers, with the song, this hero comes with rapid cars,
Going to Indra's settled place.

In holy thought he ponders much for the great service of theGods,
Where the immortals have their seat.

Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified,
Him who brings forth abundant food.

He is deposited and led along the consecrated path
When zealous men are urging him,

He moves, a vigorous steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold,
He who is Sovran of the streams.

He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them, bull who leads the herd,
Doing with might heroic deeds.

He, over places rough to pass bringing rich treasures, closely pressed.
Descends into the reservoirs.

Him, even him the golden-hued, well armed, best giver of delight,
Ten fingers urge to run his course.