Hymn 23

Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com

HYMN XXIII

1Invoked to drink the Soma juice come with thy bay steeds,
  Thunder-armed!
  Come, Indra, hitherward, to me.
2Our priest is seated true to time; the grass is regularly strewn;
  The pressing-stones were set at morn.
3These prayers, O thou who bearest prayer, are offered. Seat
   thee on the grass.
  Hero, enjoy the offered cake.
4O Vritra-slayer, be thou pleased with these libations, with these
   hymns,
  Song-loving Indra, with our lauds.
5Our hymns caress the Lord of Strength, vast, drinker of the
  Soma's juice, p. 283
  Indra, as mother-cows their calf.
6Delight thee with the juice we pour for thine own great
   munificence:
  Yield not thy singer to reproach.
7We, Indra, dearly loving thee, bearing oblation, sing thee
   hymns:
  Thou, Vasu, nearly lovest us.
8O thou to whom thy Bays are dear, loose not thy horses far
   from us:
  Here glad thee, Indra, Lord Divine.
9May long-maned courses, dropping oil, bring thee on swift car
   hitherward.
  Indra, to seat thee on the grass.