1. Indu hath started forth for Indra's settled place, and slights not,. as a friend, the promise of his friend.Soma comes onward like a youth with youthful maids, and gains the beaker by a course of hundred paths.

2. Your hymns of pleasant sound, praiseworthy, fond of lauds, have come into the hall enclosed for sacrifice.Singers have hymned the golden-coloured as he sports, and milchkine have come near to meet him with their milk,

3. O Soma, Indu, while they cleanse thee, with thy wave pour orb us plentiful accumulated food,Which, ceaseless, thrice a day shall yield us hero power enriched. with store of nourishment, and strength, and meath.