HYMN CLX. Indra.

1. TASTE this strong draught enriched with offered viands: with all thy chariot here unyoke thy Coursers.

Let not those other sacrificers stay thee, Indra: these juices shed for thee are ready.

2 Thine is the juice effused, thine are the juices yet to be pressed: our resonant songs invite thee.

O Indra, pleased to-day with this libation, come, thou who knowest all and drink the Soma.

3 Whoso, devoted to the God, effuses Soma for him with yearning heart and spirit, -

Never doth Indra give away his cattle: for him he makes the lovely Soma famous.

4 He looks with Ioving favour on the mortal who, like a rich man, pours for him the Soma.

Maghavan in his bended arm supports him: he slays, unasked, the men who hate devotion.

5 We call on thee to come to us, desirous of goods and spoil, of cattle, and of horses.

For thy new love and favour are we present: let us invoke thee, Indra, as our welfare.