1 Haste forward to us from afar, or, Vrtra-slayer, from anear, To meet the offering to the meath.

2 Strong are the Soma-gifts; come nigh: the juices fill Thee with delight:

Accept boldly even as Thou art wont.

3 Joy, O Lord, in the strengthening food; let it content Thy wish and thought,

And be delightful to Thine heart.

4 Come to us, Thou who hast no foe: we call Thee down to hymns of praise,

In heaven's sublimest realm of light.

5 This Soma here expressed with stones and dressed with milk for Thy sake,

O Lord, is offered up to Thee.

6 Graciously, O Lord, hear my call. Come and receive the gift, and be gracious

to the juices blent with milk.

7 The Soma, O Lord, which is shed in chalices and vats for Thee,

Accept, for Thou art Lord thereof.

8 The Soma seen within the vats, as in the flood the Moon is seen,

Accept, for Thou art Lord thereof.