Book 20: Hymn 23

HYMN XXIII 1Invoked to drink the Soma juice come with thy bay steeds, Thunder-armed! Come, Indra, hitherward, to me. 2Our priest is seated true to time; the grass is regularly strewn; The pressing-stones were set at morn. 3These prayers, O thou who bearest prayer, are offered. Seat thee on the grass. Hero, enjoy the offered cake. 4O Vritra-slayer, be thou pleased with these libations, with these hymns, Song-loving Indra, with our lauds. 5Our hymns caress the Lord of Strength, vast, drinker of the Soma's juice, p. 283 Indra, as mother-cows their calf. 6Delight thee with the juice we pour for thine own great munificence: Yield not thy singer to reproach. 7We, Indra, dearly loving thee, bearing oblation, sing thee hymns: Thou, Vasu, nearly lovest us. 8O thou to whom thy Bays are dear, loose not thy horses far from us: Here glad thee, Indra, Lord Divine. 9May long-maned courses, dropping oil, bring thee on swift car hitherward. Indra, to seat thee on the grass.