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?