Book 20: Hymn 60

HYMN LX 1For so thou art the hero's Friend, a Warrior too art thou, and strong: So may thy heart be won to us. 2So hath the offering; wealthiest Lord, been paid by all the worshippers: So dwell thou, Indra, even with me. 3Be not thou, like a slothful priest, O Lord of wealth and spoil: rejoice. In the pressed Soma blent with milk. 4So also is his excellence, great copious, rich in cattle, like A ripe branch to the worshipper. p. 313 5For verily thy mighty powers, Indra, are saving helps at once Unto a worshipper like me. 6So are his lovely gifts: let laud be said and praise to Indra sung. That he may drink the Soma juice.