2Whose gladdening draught, shed from the points, thou guardest in the midst and end, This Soma is pressed out for thee, O Indra drink!

3In whose wild joy thou settest free the kine held fast within the rock, This Soma is pressed out for thee, O Indra: drink!

4This, in whose juice delighting thou gainest the might of Maghavan, This Soma is pressed out for thee, O Indra drink!

5We call on thee, O Indra: come thou hither: sufficient be the Soma for thy body. Rejoice thee, Satakratu! in the juices guard us in wars, guard us among our people. HYMN XLII− Indra. 1. BRING sacrificial gifts to him, Omniscient, for he longs to drink, The Wanderer who comes with speed , the Hero ever in the van.