FORTH on their way the glorious drops have flowed for maintenance of Law, knowing the offerings course.

Down in the mighty waters sinks the stream, most excellent, oblation best of all in worth.

About the holy place, the true, guileless, noblest, hath sent forth Continuous voices in the wood.

When, clothed in manly strength, the Sage flows in celestial wisdom round the strong would win the light of Heaven.

When purified, he sits as King above the hosts, among his folk.

Dear, golden-coloured, in the fleece he sinks and settles in the wood.

The Singer shows his zeal in hymns.

He goes to Indra, Soma, to the Indra, as his custom is, with gladdening juice which gives them joy.

Well-knowing through his mighty powers.

Heaven and Earth, gain for us treasures and renown.