BOOK XX (20)
HYMN CX (110)
 For Indra, lover of carouse, loud be our songs about the juice: Let poets sing the hymn of praise.
 We summon Indra to the draught, in whom all glories rest, in whom The seven communities rejoice.
 By the three Soma jars the Gods span sacrifice that stirs the mind: Let our songs aid and prosper it.
HYMN CXI (111)
 If, Indra, thou drink Soma by Vishnu s or Trita Aptya s side, Or with the Maruts take delight in flowing drops;
 Or, Sakra, if thou gladden thee afar or in the sea of air, Rejoice thee in this juice of ours, in flowing drops.
 Or, Lord of Heroes, if thou aid the worshipper who sheds the juice, Or him whose laud delights thee, and his flowing drops.
HYMN CXII (112)
 Whatever, Vritra slayer! thou Surya, hast risen upon to day, That, Indra, all is in thy power.
 When, Mighty One, Lord of the Brave, thou thinkest, I shall never die, That thought of thine is true indeed.
 Thou, Indra, goest unto all Soma libations shed for thee, Both far away and near at hand.
HYMN CXIII (113)
 Both boons may Indra hitherward turned, listen to this, prayer of ours, And, mightiest Maghavan with thought inclined to us come nigh to drink the Soma juice.
 For him, strong independent Ruler, Heaven and Earth have fashioned forth for power and might.
Thou seatest thee as first among thy peers in place, for thy soul longs for Soma juice.
HYMN CXIV (114)
 O Indra, from all ancient time rivalless ever and companionless art thou: In war thou seekest comradeship.
 Thou findest not the wealthy man to be thy friend: those scorn thee who are flown with wine.
What time thou thunderest and gatherest, then thou, even as a father, art invoked.
HYMN CXV (115)
 I from my Father have received deep knowledge of the holy Law: I was born like unto the Sun.
 After the lore of ancient time I make, like Kanva, beauteous songs, And Indra s self gains strength thereby.
 Whatever Rishis have not praised thee, Indra, or have lauded thee, By me exalted wax thou strong.
HYMN CXVI (116)
 Never may we be cast aside and strangers, as it were to thee.
We, Thunder wielding Indra, count ourselves as trees rejected and unfit to burn.
 O Vritra slayer, we were thought slow and unready for the fray: Yet once in thy great bounty may we have delight, O Hero, after praising thee.
HYMN CXVII (117)
 Drink Soma, Lord of Bays, and let it cheer thee: Indra, the stone, like a well guided courser, Directed by the presser s arms hath pressed it.
 So let the draught of joy, thy dear companion, by which, O Lord of Bays, thou slayest foemen, Delight thee, Indra, Lord of princely treasures.
 Mark closely, Maghavan; the words I utter, this eulogy recited by Vasishtha: Accept the prayers I offer at thy banquet.
HYMN CXVIII (118)
 Indra with all thy saving helps give us assistance, Lord of Power For after thee we follow even as glorious bliss, thee, Hero, finder out of wealth.
 Increaser of our steeds and multiplying kine, a golden well, O God, art thou; For no one may impair the gifts laid up in thee, Bring me what ever thing I ask.
 Indra for worship of the Gods, Indra while sacrifice proceeds, Indra as warriors in the battle shock we call, Indra that we may win the spoil.
 With might hath Indra spread out heaven and earth, with power hath Indra lighted up the Sun.
In Indra are all creatures closely held; in him meet the distilling Soma drops.
HYMN CXIX (119)
 An ancient praise song hath been sung: to Indra have ye said the prayer.
They have sung many a Brihati of sacrifice, poured forth th, worshipper s many thoughts.
 In zealous haste the singers have sung forth a song distilling oil and rich in sweets.
Riches have spread among us, and heroic strength; with us are flowing Soma drops.