Xviii Indra
1For so thou art the brave man's friend; a hero, too, art thou, and strong: So may thy heart be won us!
2So hath the offering. wealthiest Lord, been paid by all the worshippers. So dwell thou, Indra, even with us!
3Be not thou like a slothful priest, O Lord of spoil and strength: rejoice In the pressed Soma blent with milk!