Rig Veda 3.40: THEE, Indra, we invoke, the Bull, what time the Soma is expressed

THEE, Indra, we invoke, the Bull, what time the Soma is expressed.
So drink thou of the savoury juice.

Indra, whom many laud, accept the strength-conferring Soma juice:
Quaff, pour down drink that satisfies.

Indra, with all the Gods promote our wealth-bestowing sacrifice,
Thou highly-lauded Lord of men.

Lord of the brave, to thee proceed these drops of Soma juice expressed,
The bright drops to thy dwelling-place.

Within thy belly, Indra, take juice,
Soma the most excellent: Thine are the drops celestial.

Drink our libation, Lord of hymns: with streams of meath thou art bedewed
Our glory, Indra, is thy gift.

To Indra go the treasures of the worshipper, which never fail:
He drinks the Soma and is strong

From far away, from near at hand, O Vrtra-slayer, come to us:
Accept the songs we sing to thee.

When from the space between the near and far thou art invoked by us,
Thence, Indra. come thou hitherward.