The Rig Veda/Mandala 3/Hymn 40

1. THEE, Indra, we invoke, the Bull, what time the Soma is expressed.
     So drink thou of the savoury juice.
2. Indra, whom many laud, accept the strength-conferring Soma juice:
     Quaff, pour down drink that satisfies.
3. Indra, with all the Gods promote our wealth-bestowing sacrifice,
     Thou highly-lauded Lord of men.
4. Lord of the brave, to thee proceed these drops of Soma juice expressed,
     The bright drops to thy dwelling-place.
5. Within thy belly, Indra, take juice, Soma the most excellent: Thine are the drops celestial.
6. Drink our libation, Lord of hymns: with streams of meath thou art bedewed
     Our glory, Indra, is thy gift.
7. To Indra go the treasures of the worshipper, which never fail:
     He drinks the Soma and is strong
8. From far away, from near at hand, O Vrtra-slayer, come to us:
     Accept the songs we sing to thee.
9. When from the space between the near and far thou art invoked by us,
     Thence, Indra. come thou hitherward.