2Then Trita's Maidens onward urge the Tawny−coloured with the stones, Indu for Indra, for his drink.

3Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn: He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.

4O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runncst like a darting deer Set in the place of sacrifice.

5The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love He came as to a settled race.

6Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me, Glory, intelligence, and wealth.