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1. Here, Indra, is thy Soma draught, made pure upon the sacred grass:Run hither, come and drink thereof!
2. Strong-rayed! adored with earnest hymns! this juice is shed for thy delight:Thou art invoked, Akhandala!
3. To Kundapayya, grandson's son, grandson of Sringavrish! to thee,To him have I addressed my thought.