IN whose wild joy thou madest once Śambara Divodāsa's prey, This Soma is pressed out for thee, O Indra: drink!

Whose gladdening draught, shed from the points, thou guardest in the midst and end, This Soma is pressed out for thee, O Indra drink!

In whose wild joy thou settest free the kine held fast within the rock, This Soma is pressed out for thee, O Indra: drink!

This, in whose juice delighting thou gainest the might of Indra, This Soma is pressed out for thee, O Indra drink!