VIII lndra

1. Here is the Soma juice expressed: O Vasu, drink till thou art full!

Undaunted God, we give it thee!

2. Washed by the men, pressed out with stones, strained through the filter made of wool,

'Tis like a courser bathed in streams.

3. This juice have we made sweet for thee like barley, blending it with milk.

Indra, I call thee to our feast.