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1. THOUGH, Indra, thou art called by men
eastward and westward, north and south,
Thou chiefly art with Anava and Turvasa, brave Champion I
urged by men to Come.
2 Or, Indra, when with Ruma, Rusama,
Syavaka, and Krpa thou rejoicest thee,
Still do the Kanvas, bringing praises, with their prayers, O
Indra, draw thee hither: come.
3 Even as the wild-bull, when he thirsts,
goes to the desert's watery pool,
Come hither quickly both at morning and at eve, and with the
Kanvas drink thy fill.
4 May the drops gladden thee, rich Indra,
and obtain bounty for him who pours the juice.
Soma pressed in the mortar didst thou take and drink, and
hence hast won surpassing might.
5 With mightier strength he conquered
strength, with energy he crushed their wrath.
O Indra, Strong in youth, all those who sought the fray bent
and bowed down to thee like trees.
6 He who wins promise of thine aid goes
girt as with a thousand mighty men of war.
He makes his son preeminent in hero might - he serves with
reverential prayer.
7 With thee, the Mighty, for our Friend, we
will riot fear or feel fatigue.
May we see Turvasa and Yadu: thy great deed, O Hero, must be
glorified.
8 On his left hip the Hero hath reclined
himself: the proffered feast offends him not.
The milk is blended with the honey of the bee: quickly come
hither, baste, and drink.
9 Indra, thy friend is fair of form and
rich in horses, cars, and kine.
He evermore hath food accompanied by wealth, and radiant
joins the company.
10 Come like a thirsty antelope to the
drinking-place: drink Soma to thy heart's desire.
Raining it down, O Maghavan, day after day, thou gainest thy
surpassing might.
11 Priest, let the Soma juice flow forth,
for Indra longs to drink thereof.
He even now hath yoked his vigorous Bay Steeds: the
Vrtra-slayer hath come near.
12 The man with whom thou fillcst thee with
Soma deems himself a pious worshipper.
This thine appropriate food is here poured out for thee:
come, hasten forward. drink of it,
13 Press out the Soma juice, ye priests,
for Indra borne upon his car.
The pressing-stones speak loud of Indra, while they shed the
juice which, offered, honours him.
14 To the brown juice may his dear vigorous
Bay Steeds bring Indra, to our holy task.
Hither let thy Car-steeds who seek the sacrifice bring thee
to our drink-offerings.
15 Pusan, the Lord of ample wealth, for
firm alliance we elect.
May he with wisdom, Sakra! Looser! Much-invoked! aid us to
riches and to seed.
16 Sharpen us like a razor in the barber's
hands: send riches thou who settest free.
Easy to find with thee are treasures of the Dawn for mortal
man whom thou dost speed.
17 Pusan, I long to win thy love, I long to
praise thee, Radiant God.
Excellent Lord, 'tis strange tome, no wish have I to sing
the psalm that Pajra sings.
18 My kine, O Radiant God, seek pasture
where they will, my during wealth, Immortal One.
Be our protector, Pusan! be, most liberal Lord, propitious
to our gathering strength.
19 Rich was the gift Kurunga gave, a
hundred steeds at morning rites.
Among the gifts of Turvasas we thought of him, the opulent,
the splendid King.
20 What by his morning songs Kanva, the
powerful, hath, with the Priyamedhas, gained -
71 The herds of sixty thousand pure and
spotless kine, have I, the Rsi, driven away.
21 The very trees were joyful at my coming:
kine they obtained in plenty, steeds in plenty.
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