May they, turning your thoughts, convey the pressing drops into the secret; may they not withhold the praisers. I shall drink of them here and go to them, O priests. Indra and Vayu, with the sons and the mountain folk, may you be joyful in might and prize.

The pious acts (addressed) to you have given augmented (efficacy) to our sacrifices; for you, (the priests) strain this quick-dropping Soma, as (the grooms rub down) a fleet, quick-running courser; drink of their (libations), and come hither, well disposed towards us, for our protection; do you both drink of the Soma that have been expressed by the stones, for you are both givers of food.

May our songs bring you hither to our solemn rites: these drops of mighty vigour have they beauti fied, like a swift veed of mighty strength. Drink of them well-inclined to us, come hitherward to be our help. Drink, Indra-Vayu, of these Juices pressed with stones, Strength-givers! till they gladden you.