1The God declares the deities' generations, like Usana, proclaiming lofty wisdom. With brilliant kin far-ruling, sanctifying, the wild boar, singing with his foot, advances.

2The swans, the Vrishagnas from anear us, restless, have brought their clamour to our dwelling- - Friends come to Pavamana, meet for praises-and sound in concert their resistless music.

3He takes the swiftness of the great Far strider: cows low as, 'twere to him who sports at pleasure. He with the sharpened horns brings forth abundance: the silvery shines by night, by day the golden.

4Like cars that thunder on their way, like coursers eager for renown, Have Soma drops flowed forth for wealth.

5Forth have they rushed from holding hands, like chariots that are urged to speed, Like joyful songs of singing-men.

6The Somas deck themselves with milk as kings are graced with eulogies, And, with seven priests, the sacrifice.

7Pressed for the gladdening draught the drops flow forth abundantly with song, Flow with the stream of savoury juice.

8Winning Vivasvan's glory and speeding the light of Dawn, the suns, Pass through the openings of the cloth.

9The singing-men of ancient time open the doors of sacred songs-- The men who bring the mighty One.

10In close society have come the priests, the sevenfold brotherhood, Filling the station of the One.

11He makes us kin with Gods, he joins the Sun, for seeing, with mine eye; I milk the Sage's offspring forth.

12The Sun beholdeth with his eye the heaven's dear quarter which the priests Have set within the sacred cell.