1
Drink the finest Soma juice, O Vāyu, at our sacred rites: For you are the one who drinks first.
2
Come, drawn by teams with your hundred helpers, with Indra, Vāyu, and fill yourself with the juice.
3
May thousand-hooved horses bring you both, Indra and Vāyu, To drink the Soma, to the feast.
4
You, O Indra-Vāyu, mount the golden-car that aids The sacrifice, reaching heaven.
5
Come, Indra-Vāyu, to the man who offers gifts: Come hitherward.
6
Here, Indra-Vāyu, is the juice; drink it, in harmony with the gods, Within the giver’s dwelling place.
7
Here, O Indra-Vāyu, be your journey unyoke your steeds, Here for your Soma drink.