1 The rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have

Flowed forth to glorify our prince.

2 Then the Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones,

In the Mighty One's name.

3 Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn:

He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.

4 Viewing heaven and earth, thou runnest like a darting deer

Set in the place of worship.

6 Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me,

Glory, intelligence, and wealth.