XIII Indra

1. Here thou the call of the juice-drinking press-stone: mark thou the sage's hymn who sings and lauds thee!

Take to thine inmost self these adorations!

2. I know and ne'er forget the hymns and praises of thee, theconqueror, of thy power immortal.

Thy name I ever utter, self-refulgent!

3. Among mankind many are thy libations, and many a time the pious sage invokes thee.

O Maghavan, be not long distant from us!