2On flows that Ancient One whom, hitherward, from heaven, sped through the region of the air, the Falc on snatched. He, quivering with alarm and terrified in heart before bow−armed Krsanu, holdeth fast the sweet.

3May those first freshest drops of Soma juice effused flow on, their way to bring us mighty strength in ki ne. Beauteous as serpents, worthy to be looked upon, they whom each sacred gift and all our prayers have pleased.

4May that much−lauded Indu, with a heart inclined to us, well−knowing, fight against our enemies. He who hath brought the germ beside the Strong One's seat moves onward to the widely−opcned stall of k ine.

5The active potent juice of heaven is flowing on, great Varuna whom the forward man can ne'er deceive. Mitra, the Holy, hath been pressed for troubled times, neighing like an impatient horse amid the herd,