The Hymns of the Rigveda/Book 3/Hymn 41

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 hearest prayer are offered: seat thee on the grass.
     Hero, enjoy the offered cake.
4. O Vrtra-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, dearly 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 Coursers, dropping oil, bring thee on swift car hitherward,
     Indra, to seat thee on the grass.