Samaveda 175

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4 3 1 22 01a indra juṣasva pra vahā yāhi śūra hariha .
4 3 1 22 01c pibā sutasya matirna madhoścakānaścārurmadāya .. 952
4 3 1 22 02a indra jaṭharaṃ navyaṃ na pṛṇasva madhordivo na .
4 3 1 22 02c asya sutasya svā3rnopa tvā madāḥ suvāco asthuḥ .. 953
4 3 1 22 03a indrasturāṣāṇmitro na jaghāna vṛtraṃ yatirna .
4 3 1 22 03c bibheda valaṃ bhṛgurna sasāhe śatrūnmade somasya .. 954

Indra, be pleased: drive forward, hero, striker of thy bays!
Fair, like a sage, delighting in the meath, drink of the juice for rapturous joy.

O Indra, fill thy belly anew with meath that seems to flow from heaven.
The sweet-voiced raptures of this juice have come, as 'twere to heaven. to thee.

Indra, victorious, Mitra-like, smote, like a Yati, Vritra dead.
As Bhrigu quelled his foes, he cleft Vala in Soma's rapturous joy.