HYMN XXII Indra.

1. DRINK Soma, Lord of Bays, and let it cheer thee: Indra, the stone, like a well guided courser,

Directed by the presser's arms hath pressed it.

2 So let the draught of joy, thy dear companion, by which, O Lord of Bays, thou slayest foemen,

Delight thee, Indra, Lord of princely treasures.

3 Mark closely, Maghavan, the words I utter, this eulogy recited by Vasistha:

Accept the prayers I offer at thy banquet.

4 Hear thou the call of the juice-drinking press-stone: hear thou the Brahman's hymn who sings and lauds thee.

Take to thine inmost self these adorations.

5 I know and ne'er forget the hymns and praises of thee, the Conqueror, and thy strength immortal.

Thy name I ever utter. Self-Refulgent

6 Among mankind many are thy libations, and many a time the pious sageinvokes thee.

O Maghavan, be not long distant from us.

7 All these libations are for thee, O Hero: to thee I offer these my prayers. that strengthen.

Ever, in every place, must men invoke thee.

8 Never do men attain, O Wonder-Worker, thy greatness, Mighty One, who must be lauded,

Nor, Indra, thine heroic power and bounty.

9 Among all Rsis, Indra, old and recent, who have engendered hymns as sacred singers,

Even with us be thine auspicious friendships. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.