WITH stones have we pressed out: O come; these gladdening drops are blent with milk, these Soma-drops which gladden you.

Come to us, Kings who reach to Heaven, approach us, coming hitherward. These milky drops are yours, Mitra and Indra, bright Soma juices blent with milk.

Here are the droppings; come ye nigh the Soma-droppings blent with curd, juices expressed and blent with curd. Now for the wakening of your Dawn together with the Sun-Deva's rays, juice waits for Mitra and for Indra to drink, fair juice for drink, for offering.

As ’twere a radiant-coloured cow, they milk with stones the stalk for you, with stones they milk the Soma-plant. May ye come nigh us. May ye turn hither juice. The men pressed out this juice, Mitra and Indra, pressed out this Soma for your drink.