TASTE this strong draught enriched with offered offerings: with all thy chariot here unyoke thy Coursers.

Let not those other creators stay thee, Indra: these offerings shed for thee are ready.

Thine is the juice effused, thine are the juices yet to be pressed: our resonant songs invite thee. O Indra, pleased to-day with this libation, come, thou who knowest all and drink the Soma.

Whoso, devoted to the Deva, effuses Soma for him with yearning heart and spirit. Never doth Indra give away his cattle: for him he makes the lovely Soma famous.

He looks with Ioving favour on the mortal who, like a rich man, pours for him the Soma. Indra in his bended arm supports him: he subdues, unasked, the men who hate devotion.

We call on thee to come to us, desirous of goods and spoil, of cattle, and of horses. For thy new love and favour are we present: let us invoke thee, Indra, as our welfare.