Rig-Veda, Book 8: HYMN LIV. Indra

1. THOUGH, Indra, thou art called by men from east and west, from north and south, Come hither quickly with fleet steeds 2 If in the effluence of heaven, rich in its light, thou takest joy, Or in the sea in Soma juice. 3 With songs I call thee, Great and Wide, even as a cow to profit us, Indra, to drink the Soma-draught. 4 Hither, O Indra, let thy Bays bear up and, bring upon thy car Thy glory, God! and majesty. 5 Thou, Indra, wouldst be sung and praised as great, strong, lordly in thy deeds Come hither, drink our Soma juice. 6 We who have shed the Soma and prepared the feast are calling thee. To sit on this our sacred grass. 7 As, Indra, thou art evermore the common Lord of all alike, As such we invocate thee now. 8 The men with stones have milked for thee this nectar of the Soma juice: Indra, be pleased with it, and drink. 9 Neglect all pious men with skill in sacred song: come hitherward, With speed, and give us high renown. 10 Gods, may the mighty rest unharmed, the King who gives me spotted kine, Kine decked with golden ornaments. 11 Beside a thousand spotted kine I have received a gift of gold, Pure, brilliant, and exceeding great. 12 Durgaha's grandsons, giving me a thousand kine, munificent, Have won renown among the Gods.