1 These rapid Soma-streams have stirred themselves to motion like strong steeds,

Like cars, like armies hurried forth.

2 Swift as wide winds they lightly move, like rain-storms of the rain-cloud, like

The flickering flames of burning fire.

3 These Soma juices, blent with curds, purified, skilled in sacred hymns,

Have gained by song their hearts' desire.

4 Unwearied, cleansed, these drops, since first they flowed, have never wearied, fain

To reach the regions and their paths.

5 Advancing they have travelled o'er the ridges of the earth and heaven,

And this the highest realm of all.

6 Over the heights have they attained the highest thread that is spun out,

And this which must be deemed most high.

7 O Lord, Thou holdest wealth in kine which Thou hast seized from niggard churls:

Thou calledst forth the outspun thread.