Atharva Veda · 665 of 724

HYMN LXXXIV

HYMN LXXXIV 1. O Indra marvellously bright, come, these libations long for thee,   Thus by fine fingers purified. 2. Urged by the holy singer, sped by song, come, Indra, to the    prayers.   Of the libation-pouring priest. 3. Approach, O Indra, hasting thee, Lord of Bay Horses, to the    prayers:   Take pleasure in the juice we pour.