The Rig Veda/Mandala 1/Hymn 28

1. THERE where the broad-based stone raised on high to press the juices out,
     O Indra, drink with eager thirst the droppings which the mortar sheds.
2. Where, like broad hips, to hold the juice the platters of the press are laid,
     O Indra, drink with eager thirst the droppings which the mortar sheds.
3. There where the woman marks and leans the pestle's constant rise and fall,
     O Indra, drink with eager thirst the droppings which the mortar sheds.
4. Where, as with reins to guide a horse, they bind the churning-staff with cords,
     O Indra, drink with eager thirst the droppings which the mortar sheds.
5. If of a truth in every house, O Mortar thou art set for work,
     Here give thou forth thy clearest sound, loud as the drum of conquerors.
6. O Sovran of the Forest, as the wind blows soft in front of thee,
     Mortar, for Indra press thou forth the Soma juice that he may drink.
7. Best strength-givers, ye stretch wide jaws, O Sacrificial Implements,
     Like two bay horses champing herbs.
8. Ye Sovrans of the Forest, both swift, with swift pressers press to-day
     Sweet Soma juice for Indra's drink.
9. Take up in beakers what remains: the Soma on the filter pour,
     and on the ox-hide set the dregs.