HYMN XL. Indra.

THEE, Indra, we invoke, the Bull, what time the Soma is expressed.

So drink thou of the savoury juice.

Indra, whom many laud, accept the strength-conferring Soma juice: Quaff, pour down drink that satisfies.

Indra, with all the Devas promote our wealth-bestowing offering, Thou highly-lauded Lord of men.

Lord of the brave, to thee proceed these drops of Soma juice expressed, the bright drops to thy dwelling-place.

Within thy belly, Indra, take juice, Soma the most excellent: Thine are the drops celestial.

Drink our libation, Lord of hymns: with streams of meath thou art bedewed Our glory, Indra, is thy gift.

To Indra go the treasures of the worshipper, which never fail: He drinks the Soma and is strong

From far away, from near at hand, O Indra, come to us: Accept the songs we sing to thee.

When from the space between the near and far thou art invoked by us, thence, Indra. come thou hitherward.