1This Bull, this chariot robes him in the sheep's long wool as heproceeds. To war that wins a thousand spoils.

2The dames of Trita with the stones urge forth this goldencoloured one, Indu to Indra for his drink.

3He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men, Like lover speeding to his love.

4This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven, This Soma drop that pierced the sieve.

5Pressed for the draught, this tawny juice flows forth intelligent, calling out, Unto the well-beloved place.

6Him, here, the gold-decked skilful ten cleanse carefully, who make him bright. And beauteous for the gladdening draught.