1 In thanks to the Mighty One the Soma drops, exceeding rich in sweets, have been poured,

Shed in the seat of worship.

2 As mother kine low to their calves, to the Lord have the sages called,

Called on Him to bless the Soma gift.

3 In the stream's wave the sap dwells, distilling rapture, in its seat,

Resting upon a wild-cow's hide.

4 Far-sighted, Sage and Seer, God is worshipped in the central point

Of heaven; the straining-cloth of wool is spread.

6 The sap sends forth a sound on high to regions of the sea of air,

Shaking the vase that drops with meath.

7 The Tree whose praises never fail yields heavenly milk among our hymns,

Urging men's generations on.

8 The Wise One, with the Sage's stream, the Soma urged to speed, flows on

To the dear places of the sky.

9 O Lord, bring us wealth bright with a thousand splendours. Yea,

give us ready help.