Book 20: Hymn 6

HYMN VI 1Thee, Indra, we invoke, the Bull, what time the Soma is ex- pressed. So drink thou of the savoury juice. p. 268 2Indra, whom many laud, accept the strength-confering Soma juice. Quaff, pour down drink that satisfies. 3Indra, with all the Gods promote our wealth-bestowing sacrifice, Thou highly-lauded Lord of men. 4Lord of the brave, to thee proceed these drops of Soma juice expressed, The bright drops to thy dwelling-place. 5Within thy belly, Indra take Soma the juice most excellent: The heavenly drops belong to thee. 6Drink our libation, Lord of hymns: with streams of meath thou art bedewed: Our glory, Indra, is thy gift. 7To Indra go the treasures of the worshipper which never fail: He drinks the Soma and is strong. 8From far away, from near at hand, O Vritra-slayer, come to us: Accept the songs we sing to thee.