1. LIKE cars that thunder on their way, like coursers eager for renown, Have Soma-drops flowed forth for wealth. 2 Forth have they rushed from holding hands, like chariots that are urged to speed, Like joyful songs of singing-men. 3 The Somas deck themselves with milk, as Kings are graced with eulogies, And, with seven priests, the sacrifice. 4 Pressed for the gladdening draught, the drops flow forth abundantly with song, The Soma juices in a stream. 5 Winning Vivasvān's glory and producing Morning's light, the Suns Pass through the openings of the cloth. 6 The singing-men of ancient time open the doors of sacred songs,— Men, for the mighty to accept. 7 Combined in close society sit the seven priests, the brother-hood, Filling the station of the One. 8 He gives us kinship with the Gods, and with the Sun unites our eye: The Sage's ofrspring hath appeared. 9 The Sun with his dear eye beholds that quarter of the heavens which priests Have placed within the sacred cell.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)