:In company with Indra come ye to the juice, then gloriously shall your wishes be fulfilled. Not to be paragoned, ye Priests, are your good deeds, nor your heroic acts, Rbhus, Sudhanvan's Sons.

O Soma, Pavamana, thou pourest out wealth that brings renown: Enter the lake, as one we love.

Tvastar I call, the earliest born, the wearer of all forms at will: May he be ours and curs alone.

O Indra, with the Rbhus, Mighty Ones, pour down the Soma juice effused, well−blent, from both thy ha nds. Maghalan, urged by song, in the drink−offerer's house rejoice thee with the Heroes, with Sudhanvan's Sons.

Soma thou flowest chasing foes and bringing wisdom and delight: Drive off the folk who love not Gods.

God, Sovran of the Wood, present this our oblation to the Gods, And let the giver be renowned.

With Rbhu near, and Vaja, Indra, here exult, with Saci, praised of many, in the juice we pour. These homes wherein we dwell have turned themselves to thee, −devotions to the Gods, as laws of men ordain.

The Pavamanas have been poured, the brilliant drops of Soma juice, For holy lore of every kind.

With Svaha. pay the sacrifice to Indra in the offerer's house: Thither I call the Deities.

Come with the mighty Rbhus, Indra, come to us, strengthening with thy help the singer's holy praise; At hundred eager calls come to the living man, with thousand arts attend the act of sacrifice.

The Pavamanas have been shed, the beautiful swift Soma−drops, Driving all enemies afar.

V. Visvedevas.

. O Usas, strong with strength, endowed witli knowledge, accept the singer's praise, O wealthy Lady. Thou, Goddess, ancient, young, and full of wisdom, movest, all−bounteous! as the Law ordaineth.

From, heaven, from out the firmament, hath Pavamana been effused Upon the summit of the earth.

To drink the Soma, Agni, come, to our service and our songs. With all these Gods; and worship them.

Shine forth, O Morning, thou auspicious Goddess, on thy bright car awaking pleasant voices. Let docile horses of far−reaching splendour convey thee hitherward, the goldencoloured.

O Soma, Indu, very wise, drive, being purified, with thy stream All foes, all Raksasas away.

The Kanvas have invoked thee; they, O Singer, sing thee songs of praise Agni, come hither with the Gods;

Thou, Morning, turning thee to every creature, standest on high as ensign of the Immortal, To one same goal ever and ever wending now, like a wheel, O newly−born, roll hi ther.

Driving the Raksasas afar, O Soma, bellowing, pour for us Most excellent and splendid strength.