Hymn 24

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

HYMN XXIV

1Come to the juice that we have pressed, to Soma, Indra! blent
   with milk:
  Come, favouring us, thy bay-drawn car!
2Come, Indra, to this gladdening drink, placed on the grass,
   pressed out with stones:
  Wilt thou not drink thy fill thereof?
3To Indra have my songs of praise gone forth, thus rapidly sent
   hence,
  To turn him to the Soma-draught.
4Hither with songs of praise we call Indra to drink the Soma.
   juice:
  Will he not come to us by lauds?
5Indra, these Somas are expressed, Take them within thy belly,
  Lord Of Hundred Powers, thou Prince of wealth.
6We know thee winner of the spoil and resolute in battles, Sage!
  Therefore thy blessing we implore.
7Borne hither by thy stallions, drink, Indra, this juice which we
   have pressed,
  Mingled with barley and with milk.
8Indra, for thee in thine own place I urge the Soma for thy
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  Deep in thy heart let it remain.
9We call on thee, the Ancient One, Indra, to drink the Soma
   juice,
  We Kusikas who seek thine aid.