AFTER his ancient splendour, they, the bold, have drawn the bright milk from The Sage who wins a thousand gifts.

In aspect he is like the Sun; he runneth forward to the lakes, Seven currents flowing through the sky.

He, shining in his splendour, stands high over all things that exist- Soma, a Deva as SÅ«rya is.

Thou, indu, in thy brilliancy, pourest on us, as Indra's Friend, Wealth from the kine to feast the Devas.