1. THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have
     Flowed forth to glorify our prince.
2. Then Trita's Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones,
     Indu for Indra, for his drink.
3. Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn:
     He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.
4. O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runnest like a darting deer
     Set in the place of sacrifice.
5. The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love
     He came as to a settled race.
6. Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me,
     Glory, intelligence, and wealth.