1Bring forth oblations to the God who knoweth all, who fain would drink. The wanderer, lagging not behind the hero, coming nigh with, speed!

2With Somas go ye nigh to him chief drinker of the Soma's. juice: With beakers to the impetuous God, to Indra with the flowing, drops!

3What time with Somas, with the drops effused,, ye come beforethe God, Full wise, he knows the hope of each, and, bold one strikes this. foe and that.

4To him, Adhvaryu! yea, to him give offerings of the juiceexpressed! Will he not keep us safely from the spiteful curse of each, presumptuous high-born foe?