1THIS, even this was my resolve, to win a cow, to win a steed:     Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

2Like violent gusts of wind the draughts that I have drunk have lifted me     Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

3The draughts I drank have borne me up, as fleet-foot horses draw a car:     Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

4The hymn hath reached me, like a cow who lows to meet her darling calf:     Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

5As a wright bends a chariot-seat so round my heart I bend the hymn:     Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

6Not as a mote within the eye count the Five Tribes of men with me:     Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

7The heavens and earth themselves have not grown equal to one half of me     Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

8I in my grandeur have surpassed the heavens and all this spacious earth     Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

9Aha! this spacious earth will I deposit either here or there     Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

10In one short moment will I smite the earth in fury here or there:     Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

11One of my flanks is in the sky; I let the other trail below:     Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

121, greatest of the Mighty Ones, am lifted to the firmament:     Have I not drunk of Soma juice?

13I seek the worshipper's abode; oblation-bearer to the Gods:     Have I not drunk of Soma juice?