HYMN LIII. Andra.

1. MAY our hymns give thee great delight. Display thy bounty, Thunderer.

Drive off the enemies of prayer.

2 Crush with thy foot the niggard churls who bring no gifts. Mighty art thou

There is not one to equal thee.

3 Thou art the Lord of Soma pressed, Soma impressed is also thine.

Thou art the Sovran of the folk.

4 Come, go thou forth, dwelling in heaven and listening to the prayers of men:

Thou fillest both the heavens and earth.

5 Even that hill with rocky heights, with hundreds, thousands, held within.

Thou for thy worshippers brakest through.

6 We call on thee both night and day to taste the flowing Soma juice:

Do thou fulfil our heart's desire.

7 Where is that ever-youthful Steer, strong. necked and never yet bent down?

What Brahman ministers to him?

8 To whose libation doth the Steer, betake him with delight therein?

Who takes delight in Indra now?

9 Whom, Vrtra-slayer, have thy gift and hero powers accompanied?

Who is thy dearest in the laud?

10 For thee among mankind, among the Purus is this Soma shed.

Hasten thou hither: drink thereof.

11 This, growing by Soma and by Saryanavan, dear to thee,

In Arjikiya, cheers thee best.

12 Hasten thou hitherward, and drink this for munificence to-day,

Delightful for thine eager draught.