STRETCHED OUT IS THE SACRED GRASS; COME, VAHYU, TO OUR FEAST WITH A TEAM OF THOUSANDS, COME, LORD OF THE HARNESSED TEAM, WITH HUNDREDS, LORD OF HARNESSED STEEDS!
DIVINE DROPS ARE LIFTED UP FOR YOU, THE GOD, TO DRINK THEM FIRST.
THE RICH JUICES HAVE RAISED THEM FOR YOUR JOY AND HAVE RAISED THEMSELVES TO GIVE YOU STRENGTH.
PURITY BY THE STONES MAKES THE SOMA FLOW FOR YOU, CLOTHED IN ITS LOVELY GLORY, TO THE RESERVOIR, CLAD IN ITS REFULGENT LIGHT.
FOR YOU, THE SOMA IS POURTHERE, YOUR PORTIONED SHARE AMONG THE GODS AND MEN.
DRIVE YOUR HORSES, VAHYU, COME TO US WITH LOVE, COME WELL-INCLINED AND LOVING US.
COME WITH HUNDREDS, COME WITH THOUSANDS IN YOUR TEAM TO THIS OUR SOLEMN RITE, TO TASTE THE SACRED FOOD, VAHYU, TO TASTE THE OFFERINGS.
THIS IS YOUR SEASONABLE SHARE THAT COMES CO-RADIANT WITH THE SUN.
ATTENDED PRIESTS OFFER UP PURE JUICE TO YOU, VAHYU, PURE JUICE IS OFFERED UP.
THE CHARIOT WITH ITS TEAM OF HORSES BRING YOU BOTH TO GUARD US AND TO TASTE THE WELL-APPOINTED FOOD, VAHYU, TO TASTE THE OFFERINGS!
DRINK OF THE PLEASANT-FLAVOURED JUICE: THE FIRST DRAGHT IS ASSIGNED TO YOU.
O VAHYU, WITH YOUR SPLENDID BOUNTY COME YOU BOTH, INDRA, WITH BOUNTY COME YOU BOTH.
THE SONGS BRING YOU HERE TO OUR SOLEMN RITES: THESE DROPS OF MIGHTY VIGOUR HAVE THEY BEAUTIFIED LIKE A SWIFT STEED OF MIGHTY STRENGTH.
DRINK WELL-INCLINED TO US, COME HITHERWARD TO BE OUR HELP.
INDRA-VAHYU, DRINK OF THESE JUICES PRESSED WITH STONES, STRENGTH-GIVERS! TILL THEY GLADDEN YOU.
THE CHARIOT WITH ITS TEAM OF HORSES