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प्र व॒: पान्त॒मन्ध॑सो धियाय॒ते म॒हे शूरा॑य॒ विष्ण॑वे चार्चत | या सानु॑नि॒ पर्व॑ताना॒मदा॑भ्या म॒हस्त॒स्थतु॒रर्व॑तेव सा॒धुना॑ ||
To the great Hero, him who sets his mind thereon, and Viṣṇu, praise aloud in song your draught of juice,— Gods ne’er beguiled, who borne as ’twere by noble steed, have stood upon the lofty ridges of the hills.