Atharvaveda · Sūkta 20.22

20.22.1

अभि त्वा वृषभा सुते सुतं सृजामि पीतये ।
तृम्पा व्यश्नुही मदम् ॥ २०.२२.१ ॥

O bull, at the pressing I pour out the pressed soma for you to drink. Be satisfied, partake fully of the exhilaration.

मा त्वा मूरा अविष्यवो मोपहस्वान आ दभन् ।
माकीं ब्रह्मद्विषो वनः ॥ २०.२२.२ ॥

May fools, those desiring harm, and mockers not harm you. May those who hate the sacred formula never overcome you.

इह त्वा गोपरीणसा महे मन्दन्तु राधसे ।
सरो गौरो यथा पिब ॥ २०.२२.३ ॥

Here, rich in cattle, may these exhilarate you for great wealth. As a wild ox drinks from a lake, so drink.

अभि प्र गोपतिं गिरेन्द्रमर्च यथा विदे ।
सूनुं सत्यस्य सत्पतिम् ॥ २०.२२.४ ॥

Praise Indra, lord of cows, well with song, so that he may know it. He is the son of truth, lord of the good.

आ हरयः ससृज्रिरेऽरुषीरधि बर्हिषि ।
यत्राभि संनवामहे ॥ २०.२२.५ ॥

The tawny horses have been let loose here upon the sacred grass, where we gather together and go toward them.

इन्द्राय गाव आशिरं दुदुह्रे वज्रिणे मधु ।
यत्सीमुपह्वरे विदत् ॥ २०.२२.६ ॥

For Indra, the thunderbolt-bearer, the cows have milked a sweet mixture (ashira), when he found it in the hollow.