Atharva Veda · 604 of 724

HYMN XXIII

HYMN XXIII 1. Invoked to drink the Soma juice come with thy bay steeds,   Thunder-armed!   Come, Indra, hitherward, to me. 2. Our priest is seated true to time; the grass is regularly strewn;   The pressing-stones were set at morn. 3. These prayers, O thou who bearest prayer, are offered. Seat    thee on the grass.   Hero, enjoy the offered cake. 4. O Vritra-slayer, be thou pleased with these libations, with these    hymns,   Song-loving Indra, with our lauds. 5. Our hymns caress the Lord of Strength, vast, drinker of the   Soma’s juice, Indra, as mother-cows their calf. 6. Delight thee with the juice we pour for thine own great    munificence:   Yield not thy singer to reproach. 7. We, Indra, dearly loving thee, bearing oblation, sing thee    hymns:   Thou, Vasu, nearly lovest us. 8. O thou to whom thy Bays are dear, loose not thy horses far    from us:   Here glad thee, Indra, Lord Divine. 9. May long-maned courses, dropping oil, bring thee on swift car    hitherward.   Indra, to seat thee on the grass.