Rig-Veda, Book 3: HYMN XLVII. Indra

1. DRINK, Indra, Marut-girt, as Bull, the Soma, for joy, for rapture even as thou listest. Pour down the flood of meath within thy belly: thou from of old art King of Soma juices. 2 Indra, accordant, with the banded Maruts, drink Soma, Hero, as wise Vṛtra-slayer. Slay thou our foemen, drive away assailants and make us safe on every side from danger. 3 And, drinker at due seasons, drink in season, Indra, with friendly Gods, our pressed-out Soma. The Maruts following, whom thou madest sharers, gave thee the victory, and thou slewest Vṛtra. 4 Drink Soma, Indra, banded with the Maruts who, Maghavan, strengthened thee at Ahi's slaughter, 'Gainst Śambara, Lord of Bays! in winning cattle, and now rejoice in thee, the holy Singers. 5 The Bull whose strength hath waxed, whom Maruts follow, free-giving Indra, the celestial Ruler, Mighty, all-conquering, the victory-giver, him let us call to grant us new protection.