BOOK XX (20)
HYMN I (1)
 Thee, Indra, we invoke, the Bull, what time the Soma hath been pressed.
Drink of the sweetly flavoured juice.
 The best of guardian hath the man within whose dwelling place ye drink, O Maruts, giants of the sky.
 Let us serve Agni with our hyms, Sage who consumeth ox and cow, Who beareth Soma on his back.
HYMN II (2)
 Let the Maruts drink Trishtups from the Potar s cup, according to the season Soma from heaven.
 Let Agni from the Kindler s cup drink Trishtups, according to the season Soma from heaven.
 Let Indra the Brahman from the Brahman s cup drink Trishtups, according to the season Soma from heaven.
 Let the God, Granter of Wealth, from the Potar s cup drink Trishtups, according to the season Soma from heaven.
HYMN III (3)
 Come, we have pressed the juice for thee: O Indra, drink this Soma here.
Seat thee on this my sacred grass.
 Let both thy bay steeds, yoked by prayer long maned, O Indra, bring thee nigh.
 We Soma bearing Brahmans call thee Soma drinker with thy friend, We, Indra, who have pressed the juice.
HYMN IV (4)
 Come unto us who poured the juice, come hither to our eulogies.
Drink of the juice, O fair of face.
 I pour it down within thee, so through all thy members let it run.
Take with thy tongue the pleasant drink.
 Sweet to thy body let it be, delicious be the savoury juice.
Sweet be the Soma to thy heart.
HYMN V (5)
 Like women, let this Soma juice invested with its raiment, glide.
Most active Indra, close to thee.
 Mighty in bulk, strong necked, stout armed in the wild rapture.
of the juice [p. 267] Doth Indra smite the foemen dead.
 Indra, advance, go forward thou who by thy might art Lord of all.
Slay, Vritra slayer slay thy foes.
 Long be thy grasping hook wherewith thou givest treasure unto him Who pours the juice and worships thee.
 Here, Indra, is thy Soma draught, made pure upon the sacred.
Run hither, come and drink thereof.
 Famed for thy radiance, worshipped well! this juice is shed for thy delight: Thou art invoked, Akhandala!
 To Kundapayya, grandson s son, grandson of Sringavrish, to thee, To him have I addressed my thought.
HYMN VI (6)
 Thee, Indra, we invoke, the Bull, what time the Soma is ex pressed.
So drink thou of the savoury juice. [p. 268]
 Indra, whom many laud, accept the strength confering Soma juice.
Quaff, pour down drink that satisfies.
 Indra, with all the Gods promote our wealth bestowing sacrifice, Thou highly lauded Lord of men.
 Lord of the brave, to thee proceed these drops of Soma juice expressed, The bright drops to thy dwelling place.
 Within thy belly, Indra take Soma the juice most excellent: The heavenly drops belong to thee.
 Drink our libation, Lord of hymns: with streams of meath thou art bedewed: Our glory, Indra, is thy gift.
 To Indra go the treasures of the worshipper which never fail: He drinks the Soma and is strong.
 From far away, from near at hand, O Vritra slayer, come to us: Accept the songs we sing to thee.
HYMN VII (7)
 Surya, thou mountest up to meet the Hero famous for his wealth, Who hurls the bolt and works for man:
 Him who with might of both his arms brake nine and ninety castles down, Slew Vritra and smote Ahi dead.
 This Indra is our gracious Friend.
He sends us in a full broad stream Riches in horses, kine, and corn.
 Indra, whom many laud, accept the strength conferring Soma juice.
Quaff, pour down drink that satisfies.
HYMN VIII (8)
 Drink as of old, and let the draught delight thee: hear thou my prayer and let our songs exalt thee.
Make the Sun visible, make food abundant: slaughter the foes,.
pierce through and free the cattle.
 Come to us; they have called thee Soma lover.
Here is the pressed juice: drink thereof for rapture.
Widely capacious, pour it down within thee, and invocated hear us like a father.
 Full is his chalice.
Blessing! Like a pourer I have filled up the vessel for his drinking.
Presented on the right, dear Soma juices have brought us Indra,.
to rejoice him, hither.
HYMN IX (9)
 As cows low to their calves in stalls, so with our songs we glorify This Indra, even your wondrous God who checks attack, who joys in the delicious juice.
 Celestial, bounteous Giver, girt about with might, rich, moun tain like, in precious things Him swift we seek for foodful booty rich in kine, brought hundredfold and thousandfold.
 I crave of thee that hero strength, that thou mayst first regard this prayer, Wherewith thou helpest Bhrigu and the Yatis and Praskanva when the prize was staked.
 Wherewith thou sentest mighty waters to the sea, that, Indra, is.
thy hero strength.
For ever unattainable is this power of him to whom the worlds.
have called aloud.