1. Enjoy thy fill of meath out of the Hotar’s cup: Adhvaryus he desires a full draught poured for him. Bring it him: seeking this he gives. Granter of Wealth, drink Sorna with the Rtus from the Hotar’s cup. 2. He whom of old I called on, him I call on now. He is to be invoked; his name is He who Gives, Here brought by priests is Soma meath. Granter of Wealth, drink Soma with the Rtus from the Potar’s cup. 3. Fat may the horses be wherewith thou specdest on: Lord of the Wood, unharming, strengthen thou thyself. Drawing and seizing, Bold One, thou who grantest wealth, drink Soma with the Rtus from the Nestar’s cup. 4. From Hotar’s cup and Potar’s he hath drunk and joyed: the proffered food hath pleased him from the Nestar’s bowl. The fourth cup undisturbed, immortal, let him drink who giveth wealth, the cup of the wealth-giving God. 5. Yoke, O ye Twain, to-day your hero-bearing car, swift-moving hitherward: your loosing-place is here. Mix the oblations, then come hither with the meath, and drink the Soma, ye rich in abundant strength. 6. Agni, accept the fuel and our offered gift: accept the prayer of man, accept our eulogy, Do thou with all, with Rtu, O thou Excellent, fain, make the great Gods all fain taste the gift we bring.