1Pour on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment! And, Soma, all felicities!

2As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from, the juice, Seat thee on the dear sacred grass!

3And, finding for us steeds and kine, O Soma, with thy juice flow on Through days that fly most rapidly!

4As one who conquers, ne'er subdued, attacks and slays the enemy, Thus, vanquisher of thousands! flow!