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 Vrtra-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.