1Soma, the dweller on the hills, effused, hath flowed into the sieve. All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

2Thou art a holy bard, a Sage; the meath offspring of thy sap: All bounteous art thou in carouse.

3All-d6ties of one accorcl have come that they may drink of thee: All-bounteous art thou in carouse.