Book 08 Part 01
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Pressers, for him blend Soma juice, each draught most excellent, for him The Brave, the Hero, for his joy. 26
The Vrtra−slayer drinks the juice. May he who gives a hundred aids Approach, nor stay afar from us. 27
May the strong Bay Steeds, yoked by prayer, bring hither unto us our Friend, Lover of Song, renowned by songs. 28
Sweet are the Soma juices, come! Blent are the Soma juices, come! Rsi−like, mighty, fair of cheek, come hither quickly to the feast. 29
And lauds which strengthen thee for great bounty and valour, and exalt Indra who doeth glorious deeds, 30
And songs to thee who lovest song, and all those hymns addressed to thee− These evermore confirm thy might. 31
Thus he, sole doer of great deeds whose hand holds thunder, gives us strength, He who hath never been subdued. 32
Vrtra he slays with his right hand, even Indra, great with mighty power, And much−invoked in many a place. 33
He upon whom all men depend, all regions, all achievements, he Takes pleasure in our wealthy chiefs. 34
All this hath he accomplished, yea, Indra, most gloriously renowned, Who gives our wealthy princes strength. 35
Who drives his chariot seeking spoil, from afar, to him he loves: For swift is he to bring men wealth. 36
The Sage who, winning spoil with steeds, slays Vrtra, Hero with the men, His servant's faithful succourer. 7