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1Thee, Indra, we invoke, the Bull, what time the Soma hath been
pressed.
Drink of the sweetly-flavoured juice.
2The best of guardian hath the man within whose dwelling-place
ye drink,
O Maruts, giants of the sky.
3Let us serve Agni with our hyms, Sage who consumeth ox and
cow,
Who beareth Soma on his back.

1Let the Maruts drink Trishtups from the Potar's cup, according
to the season Soma from heaven.
2Let Agni from the Kindler's cup drink Trishtups, according to
the season Soma from heaven.
3Let Indra the Brāhman from the Brāhman's cup drink Trishtups,
according to the season Soma from heaven.
4Let the God, Granter of Wealth, from the Potar's cup drink
Trishtups, according to the season Soma from heaven.

1Come, we have pressed the juice for thee: O Indra, drink this
Soma here.
Seat thee on this my sacred grass.
2Let both thy bay steeds, yoked by prayer long-maned, O Indra,
bring thee nigh.
3We Soma-bearing Brāhmans call thee Soma-drinker with thy
friend,
We, Indra, who have pressed the juice.

1Come unto us who poured the juice, come hither to our eulogies.
Drink of the juice, O fair of face.
2I pour it down within thee, so through all thy members let it
run.
Take with thy tongue the pleasant drink.
3Sweet to thy body let it be, delicious be the savoury juice.
Sweet be the Soma to thy heart.

1Like women, let this Soma juice invested with its raiment, glide..
Most active Indra, close to thee.
2Mighty in bulk, strong-necked, stout-armed in the wild rapture.
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Doth Indra smite the foemen dead.
3Indra, advance, go forward thou who by thy might art Lord of
all.
Slay, Vritra-slayer slay thy foes.
4Long be thy grasping-hook wherewith thou givest treasure unto-
him
Who pours the juice and worships thee.
5Here, Indra, is thy Soma draught, made pure upon the sacred.
grass.
Run hither, come and drink thereof.
6Famed for thy radiance, worshipped well! this juice is shed for
thy delight:
Thou art invoked, Ākhandala!
7To Kundapāyya, grandson's son, grandson of Sringavrish, to
thee,
To him have I addressed my thought.

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.

1Sūrya, thou mountest up to meet the Hero famous for his
wealth,
Who hurls the bolt and works for man:
2Him who with might of both his arms brake nine-and ninety
castles down,
Slew Vritra and smote Ahi dead.
3This Indra is our gracious Friend. He sends us in a full broad
stream
Riches in horses, kine, and corn.
4Indra, whom many laud, accept the strength-conferring Soma
juice.
Quaff, pour down drink that satisfies.

1Drink as of old, and let the draught delight thee: hear thou my
prayer and let our songs exalt thee.
Make the Sun visible, make food abundant: slaughter the foes,.
pierce through and free the cattle.
2Come to us; they have called thee Soma-lover. Here is the
pressed juice: drink thereof for rapture.
Widely-capacious, pour it down within thee, and invocated hear
us like a father.
3Full is his chalice. Blessing! Like a pourer I have filled up the
vessel for his drinking.
Presented on the right, dear Soma juices have brought us Indra,.
to rejoice him, hither.

1As cows low to their calves in stalls, so with our songs we
glorify
This Indra, even your wondrous God who checks attack, who
joys in the delicious juice.
2Celestial, bounteous Giver, girt about with might, rich, moun-
tain-like, in precious things
Him swift we seek for foodful booty rich in kine, brought
hundredfold and thousandfold.
3I crave of thee that hero strength, that thou mayst first regard
this prayer,
Wherewith thou helpest Bhrigu and the Yatis and Praskanva
when the prize was staked.
4Wherewith thou sentest mighty waters to the sea, that, Indra, is.
thy hero strength.
For ever unattainable is this power of him to whom the worlds.
have called aloud.

1These songs of ours exceeding sweet, these hymns of praise as-
cend to thee,
Like ever-conquering chariots that display their strength, gain
wealth and give unfailing aid.
2The Bhrigus are like suns, like Kanvas, and have gained all that
their thoughts were bent to win.
The living men of Priyamedha's race have sung exalting Indra
with their lauds.

1Fort-render, Lord of Wealth, dispelling foemen, Indra with
lightnings hath o'ercome the Dāsa.
Impelled by prayer and waxen great in body, he hath filled
earth and heaven, the bounteous Giver.
2I stimulate this zeal, the Strong, the Hero, decking my song of
praise for thee Immortal.
O Indra, thou art equally the leader of heavenly hosts and
human generations.
3Leading his band Indra encompassed Vritra; weak grew the wily
leader enchanters.
He who burns fierce in forests slaughtered Vyansa, and made
the milch-kine of nights apparent.
4Indra, light-winner, days' creator, conquered, as guardian, hostile
bands with those who loved him.
For man the days' bright ensign he illumined, and found the
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5Forward to fiercely falling blows pressed Indra, hero-like doing
many hero exploits.
Those holy songs he taught the bard who praised him, and
widely spread these Dawns' resplendent colour.
6They laud the mighty acts of him the mighty, the many glorious
deeds performed by Indra.
He in his strength, with all-surpassing prowess, through wond-
rous arts crushed the malignant Dasyus.
7Lord of the brave, Indra who rules the people gave freedom to
the Gods by might and battle.
Wise singers glorify with chanted praises these his achievements
in Vivasvān's dwelling.
8Excellent, conqueror, the victory-giver, the winner of the light
and godlike waters,
He who hath won this broad earth and this heaven,—in Indra
they rejoice who love devotions.
9He gained possession of the Sun and horses; Indra obtained
the cow who feedeth many.
Treasure of gold he won; he smote the Dasyus and gave protec-
tion to the race of Aryas.
10He took the plants and days for his possession; he gained the
forest trees and air's mid-region.
Vala he cleft, and chased away opponents: thus was he tamer
of the overweening.
11Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best Hero in the fight
where spoil is gathered,
The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the
Vritras, wins and gathers treasures.

1Prayers have been offered up through love of glory: Vasishtha,
honour Indra in the battle.
He who with might extends through all existence hears words
which I, his faithful servant, utter.
2A cry was raised which reached the Gods, O Indra, a cry to
them to send us strength in combat.
None among men knows his own life's duration: bear us in
safety over these our troubles.
3The Bays, the booty-seeking car I harness: my prayers have
reached him who accepts them gladly.
Indra, when he had slain resistless Vritras, forced with his might
the two world-halves asunder.
4Like barren cows, moreover, swelled the waters: the singers
sought thy holy rite, O Indra.
Come unto us as with his team comes Vāyu: thou, through our
solemn hymns, bestowest booty.
5So may these gladdening draughts rejoice thee, Indra, the Mighty,
very bounteous to the singer.
Alone among the Gods thou pitiest mortals: O Hero, make thee
glad at this libation.
6Thus the Vasishthas glorify with praises Indra, the Mighty One,
whose arm wields thunder.
Praised, may he guard our wealth in kine and heroes. Ye Gods,.
preserve us evermore with blessings.
7Impetuous, Thunderer, strong, quelling the mighty, King, potent,
Vritra-slayer, Soma-drinker,
May he come hither with his yoked bay horses. May Indra glad-
den him at noon libation.