1
After his ancient radiance, they, the brave, drew the bright nectar from The Sage who wins a thousand gifts.
2
He looks like the Sun; he rushes to the lakes, Seven streams flowing through the sky.
3
Shining in his glory, he stands above all that exists— Soma, like Sūrya, a God.
4
You, Indu, in your brilliance, pour wealth on us, As Indra’s friend, from the cows to feed the gods.