Atharvaveda · Sūkta 20.23

20.23.1

आ तू न इन्द्र मद्र्यग्घुवानः सोमपीतये ।
हरिभ्यां याह्यद्रिवः ॥ २०.२३.१ ॥

O Indra, called upon with sweet voice, come to us with your two tawny horses to drink the soma, O wielder of the thunderbolt.

सत्तो होता न ऋत्वियस्तिस्तिरे बर्हिरानुषक् ।
अयुज्रन् प्रातरद्रयः ॥ २०.२३.२ ॥

Like a hotar, the priests of the season are seated; they have spread the sacred grass one after another; at dawn they have yoked the pressing stones.

इमा ब्रह्म ब्रह्मवाहः क्रियन्त आ बर्हिः सीद ।
वीहि शूर पुरोलाशम् ॥ २०.२३.३ ॥

Carriers of the sacred formulas, these hymns are being made; O hero, come and sit upon the sacred grass and partake of the puroḍāśa.

रारन्धि सवनेषु ण एषु स्तोमेषु वृत्रहन् ।
उक्थेष्विन्द्र गिर्वणः ॥ २०.२३.४ ॥

O slayer of Vṛtra, O Indra praised in song, delight us at these pressings, in these praise-hymns and in these recited chants.

मतयः सोमपामुरुं रिहन्ति शवसस्पतिम् ।
इन्द्रं वत्सं न मातरः ॥ २०.२३.५ ॥

The thoughts lick the great soma-drinker, the lord of strength, Indra, as mothers lick a calf.

स मन्दस्वा ह्यन्धसो राधसे तन्वा महे ।
न स्तोतारं निदे करः ॥ २०.२३.६ ॥

So rejoice in the soma-juice, in your own person, for great bounty; do not make the praiser an object of reproach.

वयमिन्द्र त्वायवो हविष्मन्तो जरामहे ।
उत त्वमस्मयुर्वसो ॥ २०.२३.७ ॥

O Indra, we who desire you, with oblations in hand, sing your praise; and you too, O Vasu, favour us.

मारे अस्मद्वि मुमुचो हरिप्रियार्वाङ्याहि ।
इन्द्र स्वधावो मत्स्वेह ॥ २०.२३.८ ॥

Do not turn away from us; O lover of the tawny steeds, come hither towards us. O Indra, O possessor of sustenance, rejoice here.

अर्वाञ्चं त्वा सुखे रथे वहतामिन्द्र केशिना ।
घृतस्नू बर्हिरासदे ॥ २०.२३.९ ॥

O Indra, may the two long-maned horses bear you hither to us in the comfortable chariot, to sit upon the ghee-dripping sacred grass.