Hymn001

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.