Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1Thee, Indra, we invoke, the Bull, what time the Soma is ex-
pressed.
So drink thou of the savoury juice. p. 268
2Indra, whom many laud, accept the strength-confering Soma
juice.
Quaff, pour down drink that satisfies.
3Indra, with all the Gods promote our wealth-bestowing sacrifice,
Thou highly-lauded Lord of men.
4Lord of the brave, to thee proceed these drops of Soma juice
expressed,
The bright drops to thy dwelling-place.
5Within thy belly, Indra take Soma the juice most excellent:
The heavenly drops belong to thee.
6Drink our libation, Lord of hymns: with streams of meath thou
art bedewed:
Our glory, Indra, is thy gift.
7To Indra go the treasures of the worshipper which never fail:
He drinks the Soma and is strong.
8From far away, from near at hand, O Vritra-slayer, come to us:
Accept the songs we sing to thee.