2Make pleasant hymns, spin out your songs and praises: build ye a ship equipped with oars for transport. Prepare the implements, make all things ready, and let the sacrifice, my friends, go forward.

3Lay on the yokes, and fasten well the traces: formed is the furrow, sow the seed within it. Through song may we find bearing fraught with plenty: near to the ripened grain approach the sickle.

4Wise, through desire of bliss from Gods, the skilful bind the traces fast, And lay the yokes on either side .

5Arrange the buckets in their place securely fasten on the straps. We will pour forth the well that hath a copious stream, fair−flowing well that never fails.

6I pour the water from the well with pails prepared and goodly straps, Unfailing, full, with plenteous stream.

7Refresh the horses, win the prize before you: equip a chariot fraught with happy fortune. Pour forth the well with stone wheel, wooden buckets, the drink of heroes, with the trough for armour.

8Prepare the cow−stall, for there drink your heroes: stitch ye the coats of armour, wide and many. Make iron forts, secure from all assailants let not your pitcher leak: stay it securely.

9Hither, for help, I turn the holy heavenly mind of you the Holy Gods, that longs for sacrifice. May it pour milk for us, even as a stately cow who, having sought the pasture, yields a thousand streams.

10Pour golden juice within the wooden vessel: with stone−made axes fashion ye and form it. Embrace and compass it with tenfold girdle, and to both chariot−poles attach the car−horse.

11Between both poles the car−horse goes pressed closely, as in his dwelling moves the doubly−wedded. Lay in the wood the Soviran of the Forest, and sink the well although ye do not dig it.

12Indra is he, O men, who gives us happiness: sport, urge the giver of delight to win us strength Bring quickly down, O priests, hither to give us aid, to drink the Soma, Indra Son of Nistigri.