Sama Veda

FIRST PART

BOOK III

Chapter I

Decade IV Indra

1

Pass by the wrathful offerer; speed the man who pours libation, drink
The juice which he presents to thee!

2

What is the word addressed to him, God great and excellently wise?
For this is what exalteth him.

3

His wealth who hath no store of kine hath ne'er found out recited laud,
Nor song of praises that is sung.

4

Lord of each thing that giveth strength, Indra delighteth most in lauds,
Borne by bay steeds, libations' friend.

5

With wealth to our libation come, be not thou angry with us, like
A great man with a youthful bride.

6

When, Vasu, wilt thou love the laud? Now let the Channel bring the stream.
The juice is ready to ferment.

7

After the Seasons. Indra, drink the Soma from the Brahman's gift:
Thy friendship is invincible!

8

O Indra, lover of the song, we are the singers of thy praise
O Soma-drinker, quicken us!

9

O Indra, in each fight and fray give to our bodies manly strength:
Strong Lord, grant ever-conquering might!

10

For so thou art the brave man's friend; a hero, too, art thou, and strong:
So may thine heart be won to us!