XXIII Indra

1. This Soma hath been pressed for thee, O Indra, bold one, mightiest, come!

May Indra vigour fill thee full, as Surya fills mid-air with rays

2. Slayer of Vritra, mount thy car! The bay steeds have been yoked by prayer.

May, with its voice, the pressing-stone draw thine attention hitherward!

3. His pair of tawny coursers bring Indra, resistless in his might.

Hither to Rishis' songs of praise and sacrifice performed by men.