Rig Veda

Mandal - 3 (Part - 3)

HYMN 42 Indra

1

COME to the juice that we have pressed, to Sorna, Indra, bleat with milk:
Come, favouring us, thy Bay-drawn car!

2

Come, Indra, to this gladdening drink, placed on the grass, pressed out with stones:
Wilt thou not drink thy fill thereof?

3

To Indra have my songs of praise gone forth, thus rapidly sent hence,
To turn him to the Soma-draught.

4

Hither with songs of praise we call Indra to drink the Soma juice:
Will he not come to us by lauds?

5

Indra, these Somas are expressed. Take them within thy belly, Lord
Of Hundred Powers, thou Prince of Wealth.

6

We know thee winner of the spoil, and resolute in battles, Sage!
Therefore thy blessing we implore.

7

Borne hither by thy Stallions, drink, Indra, this juice which we have pressed,
Mingled with barley and with milk.

8

Indra, for thee, in thine own place, I urge the Soma for thy draught:
Deep in thy heart let it remain,

9

We call on thee, the Ancient One, Indra, to drink the Soma juice,
We Kusikas who seek thine aid.