Book 20: Hymn 8

HYMN VIII

1Drink 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.
2Come 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.
3Full 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.