Samaveda 89

89

4 1 1 17 01a indramaccha sutā ime vṛṣaṇaṃ yantu harayaḥ .
4 1 1 17 01c śruṣṭe jātāsa indavaḥ svarvidaḥ .. 694
4 1 1 17 02a ayaṃ bharāya sānasirindrāya pavate sutaḥ .
4 1 1 17 02c somo jaitrasya cetati yathā vide .. 695
4 1 1 17 03a asyedindro madeṣvā grābhaṃ gṛbhṇāti sānasim .
4 1 1 17 03c vajraṃ ca vṛṣaṇaṃ bharatsamapsujit .. 696

To Indra, to the mighty let these golden-coloured juices go,
Drops born as Law prescribes, that find the light of heaven!

This juice that gathers spoil flows, pressed, for Indra, for his maintenance.
Soma bethinks him of the conqueror, as he knows.

Yea, Indra in the joys of this obtains the grasp that gathers spoil,
And, winning waters, wields the mighty thunderbolt.