1. POUR on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment,
And, Soma, all felicities.
2. As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from the juice,
Seat thee on the dear sacred grass.
3. And, finding for us kine and steeds, O Soma, with thy juice flow on
Through days that fly most rapidly.
4. As one who conquers, ne'er subdued, attacks and stays the enemy,
Thus, Vanquisher of thousands! flow.
