HYMN LXXI. Indra.

1. HASTE forward to us from afar, or, Vrtra-slayer, from anear,

To meet the offering to the meath.

2 Strong are the Soma-draughts; come nigh: the juices fill thee with delight:

Drink boldly even as thou art wont'.

3 Joy, Indra, in the strengthening food et it content thy wish and thought,

And be delightful to thine heart.

4 Come to us thou who hast no foe: we call thee down to hymns of praise,

In heaven's sublimest realm of light.

5 This Soma here expressed with stones and dressed with milk for thy carouse,

Indra, is offered up to thee.

6 Graciously, Indra, hear my call. Come and obtain the draught, and sate

Thyself with juices blent with milk.

7 The Soma, Indra, which is shed in chalices and vats for thee,

Drink thou, for thou art Lord thereof.

8 The Soma seen within themats, as in the flood the Moon is seen,

Drink thou, for thou art Lord thereof.

9 That which the Hawk brought in his claw, inviolate, through the air to thee,

Drink thou, for thou art Lord thereof.