XVIII Indra

1. For so thou art the brave man's friend; a hero, too, art thou, and strong:

So may thy heart be won us!

2. So hath the offering. wealthiest Lord, been paid by all the worshippers.

So dwell thou, Indra, even with us!

3. Be not thou like a slothful priest, O Lord of spoil and strength: rejoice

In the pressed Soma blent with milk!