X Indra

1. Come, priest, and of the savoury juice pour forth a yet more gladdening draught!

So is the hero praised who ever prospers us.

3. Indra, whom tawny coursers bear, praise such as thine, preeminent,

None by his power or by his goodness hath attained.

3. We, seeking glory, have invoked this God of yours, the Lord of wealth,

Who must be magnified by constant sacrifice.