Rig Veda 8.17

ā yāhi suṣumā hi ta indra somam pibā imam edam barhiḥ sado mama

Come, we have pressed the juice for thee; O Indra, drink this Soma here Sit thou on this my sacred grass.

ā tvā brahmayujā harī vahatām indra keśinā upa brahmāṇi naḥ śṛṇu

O Indra, let thy long-maned Bays, yoked by prayer, bring thee hitherward Give car and listen to our prayers.

brahmāṇas tvā vayaṃ yujā somapām indra sominaḥ sutāvanto havāmahe

We Soma-bearing Brahmans call thee Soma-drinker with thy friend, We, Indra, bringing Soma juice.

ā no yāhi sutāvato 'smākaṃ suṣṭutīr upa pibā su śiprinn andhasaḥ

Come unto us who bring the juice, come unto this our eulogy, Fair-visored! drink thou of the juice.

ā te siñcāmi kukṣyor anu gātrā vi dhāvatu gṛbhāya jihvayā madhu

I pour it down within thee, so through all thy members let it spread: Take with. thy tongue the pleasant drink.

svāduṣ ṭe astu saṃsude madhumān tanve tava somaḥ śam astu te hṛde

Sweet to thy body let it be, delicious be the savoury juice: Sweet be the Soma to thine heart.

ayam u tvā vicarṣaṇe janīr ivābhi saṃvṛtaḥ pra soma indra sarpatu

Like women, let this Soma-draught, invested with its robe, approach, O active Indra, close to thee.

tuvigrīvo vapodaraḥ subāhur andhaso made indro vṛtrāṇi jighnate

Indra, transported with the juice, vast in his bulk, strong in his neck And stout arms, smites the Vritras down.

indra prehi puras tvaṃ viśvasyeśāna ojasā vṛtrāṇi vṛtrahañ jahi

O Indra, go thou forward, thou who rulest over all by might: Thou Vritra-slayer slay the fiends,

dīrghas te astv aṅkuśo yenā vasu prayacchasi yajamānāya sunvate

Long be thy grasping-hook wherewith thou givest ample wealth to him Who sheds the juice and worships thee.

ayaṃ ta indra somo nipūto adhi barhiṣi ehīm asya dravā piba

Here, Indra, is thy Soma-draught, made pure upon the sacred grass: Run hither, come and drink thereof.

śācigo śācipūjanāyaṃ raṇāya te sutaḥ ākhaṇḍala pra hūyase

Famed for thy radiance, worshipped well this juice is shed for thy delight Thou art invoked, Âkhaṇḍala!

yas te śṛṅgavṛṣo napāt praṇapāt kuṇḍapāyyaḥ ny asmin dadhra ā manaḥ

To Kundapayya, grandson's son, grandson of Ṣringavṛish! to thee, To him have I addressed my thought.

vāstoṣpate dhruvā sthūṇāṃsatraṃ somyānām drapso bhettā purāṃ śaśvatīnām indro munīnāṃ sakhā

Strong pillar thou, Lord of the home armour of Soma-offerers: The drop of Soma breaketh all the strongholds down, and Indra is the Rishis' Friend.

pṛdākusānur yajato gaveṣaṇa ekaḥ sann abhi bhūyasaḥ bhūrṇim aśvaṃ nayat tujā puro gṛbhendraṃ somasya pītaye

Holy Pṛidâkusânu, winner of the spoil, one eminent o'er many men, Lead on the wild horse Indra with his vigorous grasp forward to drink the Soma juice.