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Sukta 7.59
सस्वश्चिद्धि तन्वः शुम्भमाना आ हंसासो नीलपृष्ठा अपप्तन् । विश्वं शर्धो अभितो मा नि षेद नरो न रण्वाः सवने मदन्तः ॥
sasváś cid dhí tanváḥ śúmbhamānā ā́ haṃsā́so nī́la-pṛṣṭhā apaptan | víśvaṃ śárdho abhíto mā́ ní ṣeda náro ná raṇvā́ḥ sávane mádantaḥ ||
D’eux-mêmes, leurs corps, se parant, ont volé jusqu’ici — tels des cygnes au dos bleu sombre. Que toute la troupe s’asseye autour de moi; tels des hommes héroïques, jubilant, enivrés de joie au pressurage.
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