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 God as Sūrya is.
Thou, Indu, in thy brilliancy, pourest on us, as Indra's Friend, Wealth from the kine to feast the Gods.
