Rig Veda

Book 3, Hymn XL. Indra

1. THEE, Indra, we invoke, the Bull, what time the Soma is expressed.
So drink thou of the savoury juice.

2 Indra, whom many laud, accept the strength-conferring Soma juice:
Quaff, pour down drink that satisfies.

3 Indra, with all the Gods promote our wealth-bestowing sacrifice,
Thou highly-lauded Lord of men.

4 Lord of the brave, to thee proceed these drops of Soma juice expressed,
The bright drops to thy dwelling-place.

5 Within thy belly, Indra, take juice, Soma the most excellent: Thine are the drops celestial.

6 Drink our libation, Lord of hymns: with streams of meath thou art bedewed
Our glory, Indra, is thy gift.

7 To Indra go the treasures of the worshipper, which never fail:
He drinks the Soma and is strong

8 From far away, from near at hand, O Vṛtra-slayer, come to us:
Accept the songs we sing to thee.

9 When from the space between the near and far thou art invoked by us,
Thence, Indra. come thou hitherward.