SERVED with oblations, first-born, mountain-render, Soma, the Holy, with twice-firm path, dwelling in light, our Father, roars loudly, as a bull, to Earth and Heaven.

Soma, who made for such a people wide room and verge when Devas were invocated, Slaying his enemies, breaks down their castles, quelling his foes and conquering those who hate him.

Soma in war hath won rich treasures, hath won, this Deva.

Striving to win waters and light, resistless, Soma with lightning smites the foeman.