HYMN XXX. Indu.

STREAMS of this Potent One have flowed easily to the straining-cloth: While he is cleansed he lifts his voice.

Indu, by pressers urged to speed, bellowing out while beautified.

Sends forth a very mighty sound.

Pour on us, Soma, with thy stream manconquering might which many crave, Accompanied with hero sons.

Hither hath Indu flowed, Soma flowed hither in a stream, to settle in the vats of wood.

To waters with the stones they drive thee tawny-hued, most rich in sweets, O Indu, to be Indra's drink.

For Indra, for the Thunderer press the Soma very rich in sweets, Lovely, inspiriting, for strength.