They pour forth long to that offering, O priests praise it, men sing it; sweet is the draught of Soma to drink.

Leaders, give to the sage who praises you an unassailable dwelling that you may drink the exhilaratingSoma.

What time, O Indra, in thine arms thou tookest thy wildly rushing bolt to Slay the Dragon, The mountains roared, the cattle loudly bellowed, the Brahmans with their hymns drew nigh to Indra.