XIII Indra

1. Drink Soma, Indra Lord of bays! and let it cheer thee: the stone, like a well-guided courser,

Directed by the presser's arms bath pressed it.

2. So let the draught of joy, thy dear companion, by which, O Lord of bays, thou slayest Vritras,

Delight thee, Indra, Lord of princely treasuresl

3. Mark closely, Maghavan, the word I utter, this eulogy recited by Vasislitha:

Accept the prayers I offer at thy banquet!