Bring us Soma, the libation at the altar, whose sweetness pleases not only you. Those who sing your praises, the youthful choirs, offer the hymn and the oblation in the household.

He rushes hurrying like a horse to the Soma offered in our festival, which the hymns make sweet toyou, O you that love sweet viands, you approve the summons to the satisfying Soma.

Indra, with all thy saving helps give us assistance, Lord of power. For after thee we follow even as glorious bliss, thee, Hero, finder-out of wealth.