Rig Veda
upa naḥ sutam ā gahi somam indra gavāśiram haribhyāṃ yas te asmayuḥ
Come to the juice that we have pressed, to Sorna, Indra, bleat with milk: Come, favouring us, thy Bay-drawn car!
tam indra madam ā gahi barhiṣṭhāṃ grāvabhiḥ sutam kuvin nv asya tṛpṇavaḥ
Come, Indra, to this gladdening drink, placed on the grass, pressed out with stones: Wilt thou not drink thy fill thereof?
indram itthā giro mamācchāgur iṣitā itaḥ āvṛte somapītaye
To Indra have my songs of praise gone forth, thus rapidly sent hence, To turn him to the Soma-draught.
indraṃ somasya pītaye stomair iha havāmahe ukthebhiḥ kuvid āgamat
Hither with songs of praise we call Indra to drink the Soma juice: Will he not come to us by lauds?
indra somāḥ sutā ime tān dadhiṣva śatakrato jaṭhare vājinīvaso
Indra, these Somas are expressed. Take them within thy belly, Lord Of Hundred Powers, thou Prince of Wealth.
vidmā hi tvā dhanañjayaṃ vājeṣu dadhṛṣaṃ kave adhā te sumnam īmahe
We know thee winner of the spoil, and resolute in battles, Sage! Therefore thy blessing we implore.
imam indra gavāśiraṃ yavāśiraṃ ca naḥ piba āgatyā vṛṣabhiḥ sutam
Borne hither by thy Stallions, drink, Indra, this juice which we have pressed, Mingled with barley and with milk.
tubhyed indra sva okye somaṃ codāmi pītaye eṣa rārantu te hṛdi
Indra, for thee, in thine own place, I urge the Soma for thy draught: Deep in thy heart let it remain,
tvāṃ sutasya pītaye pratnam indra havāmahe kuśikāso avasyavaḥ
We call on thee, the Ancient One, Indra, to drink the Soma juice, We Kusikas who seek thine aid.