2. Your hymns of pleasant sound, praiseworthy, fond of lauds, have come into the hall enclosed for sacrifice.Singers have hymned the golden-coloured as he sports, and milchkine have come near to meet him with their milk,
3. O Soma, Indu, while they cleanse thee, with thy wave pour orb us plentiful accumulated food,Which, ceaseless, thrice a day shall yield us hero power enriched. with store of nourishment, and strength, and meath.