1. THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have Flowed forth to glorify our prince. 2. Then Trita’s Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones, Indu for Indra, for his drink. 3. Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn: He, like a steed, is bathed in milk. 4. O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runncst like a darting deer Set in the place of sacrifice. 5. The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love He came as to a settled race. 6. Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me, Glory, intelligence, and wealth.
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