HYMN XXIV. Indra. Asvins.

1. O INDRA, drink this Soma, pressed out in the mortar, full of sweets.

Send down to us great riches,-at your glad carouse-in thousands, O Most healthy. Thou art waxing great.

2 To thee with sacrifices, with oblations, and with lauds we come.

Lord of all strength and power, grant-at your glad carouse-the best choiceworthy treasure. Thou art waxing great.

3 Thou who art Lord of precious boons, inciter even of the churl.

Guardian of singers, Indra,-at your glad carouse-save us from woe and hatred. Thou art waxing great.

4 Strong, Lords of Magic power, ye Twain churned the united worlds apart,

When ye, implored by Vimada, Nasatyas, forced apart the pair.

5 When the united pair were rent asunder all the Gods complained.

The Gods to the Nasatyas cried, Bring these together once again.

6 Sweet be my going forth, and rich in sweets be my approach to home.

So, through your Deity, both Gods, enrich us with all pleasantness.