Mandala 3, Hymn 41

"INVOKED to drink the Soma juice, come with thy Bay Steeds, Thunder-armed Come, Indra, hitherward to me."

"Our priest is seated, true to time; the grass is regularly strewn; The pressing-stones were set at morn."

"These prayers, O thou who hearest prayer are offered: seat thee on the grass. Hero, enjoy the offered cake."

"O Vr̥itra-slayer, be thou pleased with these libations, with these hymns, Song-loving Indra, with our lauds."

"Our hymns caress the Lord of Strength, vast, drinker of the Soma's juice, Indra, as mother-cows their calf."

"Delight thee with the juice we pour for thine own great munificence: Yield not thy singer to reproach."

"We, Indra, dearly loving thee, bearing oblation, sing thee hymns Thou, Vasu, dearly lovest us."

"O thou to whom thy Bays are dear, loose not thy Horses far from us: Here glad thee, Indra, Lord divine."

"May long-maned Coursers, dropping oil, bring thee on swift car hitherward, Indra, to seat thee on the grass."