The Hymns of the Rigveda/Book 2/Hymn 14

1. MINISTERS, bring the Soma juice for Indra, pour forth the gladdening liquor with the beakers.logeth ever
     To drink of this the Hero offer it to the Bull, for this he willeth.
2. Ye ministers, to him who with the lightning smote, like a tree, the rain-withholding Vrtra-
     Bring it to him, him who is fain to taste it, a draught of this which Indra here deserveth.
3. Ye ministers, to him who smote Drhhikas who drove the kine forth, and discovered Vala,
     Offer this draught, like Vita in the region: clothe him with Soma even as steeds with trappings.
4. Him who did Urana to death, Adhvaryus! though showing arms ninety-and-nine in number;
     Who cast down headlong Arbuda and slew him,-speed ye that Indra to our offered Soma.
5. Ye ministers, to him who struck down Svasna, and did to death Vyamsa and greedy Susna,
     And Rudhikras and Namuci and Pipru,- to him, to Indra, pour ye forth libation.
6. Ye ministers, to him who as with thunder demolished Sambara's hundred ancient castles;
     Who cast down Varcin's sons, a hundred thousand,-to him, to Indra, offer ye the Soma.
7. Ye ministers, to him who slew a hundred thousand, and cast them down upon earth's bosom;
     Who quelled the valiant men of Atithigva, Kutsa, and Ayu,-bring to him the Soma.
8. Ministers, men, whatever thing ye long for obtain ye quickly bringing gifts to Indra.
     Bring to the Glorious One what bands have cleansed; to Indra bring, ye pious ones, the Soma.
9. Do ye, O ministers, obey his order: that purified in wood, in wood uplift ye.
     Well pleased he longs for what your hands have tended: offer the gladdening Soma juice to Indra.
10. As the cow's udder teems with milk, Adhvaryus, so fill with Soma Indra, liberal giver.
     I know him: I am sure of this, the Holy knows that I fain would give to him more largely.
11. Him, ministers, the Lord of heavenly treasure and all terrestrial wealth that earth possesses,
     Him, Indra, fill with Soma as a garner is filled with barley full: be this your labour.
12. Prepare thyself to grant us that great booty, O Vasu, for abundant is thy treasure.
     Gather up wondrous wealth, O Indra, daily. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.