Book 20: Hymn 84

HYMN LXXXIV

1O Indra marvellously bright, come, these libations long for thee,
Thus by fine fingers purified.
2Urged by the holy singer, sped by song, come, Indra, to the
prayers.
Of the libation-pouring priest.
3Approach, O Indra, hasting thee, Lord of Bay Horses, to the
prayers:
Take pleasure in the juice we pour.