Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1For Indra, ministering priests! run ye and press the Soma juice,
That he may hear his praiser's word, and this my call.
2Thou into whom the drops find way as sap pours life into a
tree,
Drive off in thine abundant might our demon foes.
3For Indra, thunder-armed, who drinks the Soma press the Soma
out:
He, youthful, conqueror, and Lord is praised by all.