Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1Come, we have pressed the juice for thee. O Indra, drink the
Sit thou on this my sacred grass.
2O Indra, let thy long-maned Bays, yoked by prayer, bring thee
Give ear and listen to our prayers.
3We, Soma-bearing Brāhmans, call thee, Soma-drinker, with thy
We, Indra, bringing juice expressed.
4Indra the singers with high praise, Indra reciters with their
Indra the choirs have glorified.
5Indra hath ever close to him his two bay steeds and word-yoked:
Indra, the golden, Thunder-armed.
6Indra hath raised the Sun aloft in heaven that he may see afar.
He burst the mountain for the kine.