“ Consume our sacrificial cake, accept the songs of praise we sing, As he who woes accepts his bride. 4. Famed from of old, accept the cake at our libation poured at dawn, For great, O Indra, is thy power. 5. Let roasted corn of our midday libation, and sacrificial cake here please thee, Indra, What time the lauding singer, keen of purpose and eager as a bull, with hymns implores thee. ”