May you, O Soma, with thy wings of breath, rise like a pair of coursers; may the offspring of the two lights create glory. Here may the conquering heroes drink thee swiftly; drink, O swift one, for the twofold friend is born.

I yoke (to your car), to bring you quickly, your two docile horses, whose speed you have of old employed; may your horses, handsome Indra, bring you hither, and drink promptly of this well-effused agreeable libation.

I yoke thy pair of trusty Steeds for swiftness, whose faithful service from of old thou lovest. Here, fair of cheek! let thy Bay Coursers place thee: drink of this lovely welleffused libation.