Rig Veda · 274 of 1027
Mandala 3: HYMN XL. Indra.
1.THEE, Indra, we invoke, the Bull, what time the Soma is expressed. So drink thou of the savoury juice.
2.Indra, whom many laud, accept the strength-conferring Soma juice: Quaff, pour down drink that satisfies.
3.Indra, with all the Gods promote our wealth-bestowing sacrifice, Thou highly-lauded Lord of men.
4.Lord of the brave, to thee proceed these drops of Soma juice expressed, The bright drops to thy dwelling-place.
5.Within thy belly, Indra, take juice, Soma the most excellent: Thine are the drops celestial.
6.Drink our libation, Lord of hymns: with streams of meath thou art bedewed Our glory, Indra, is thy gift.
7.To Indra go the treasures of the worshipper, which never fail: He drinks the Soma and is strong
8.From far away, from near at hand, O Vṛtra-slayer, come to us: Accept the songs we sing to thee.
9.When from the space between the near and far thou art invoked by us, Thence, Indra. come thou hitherward.