The Hymns of the Rigveda · Book 10
RV 10.119
10.119.1THIS, even this was my resolve, to win a cow, to win a steed: Have I not drunk of Soma juice?
10.119.2Like violent gusts of wind the draughts that I have drunk have lifted me Have I not drunk of Soma juice?
10.119.3The draughts I drank have borne me up, as fleet-foot horses draw a car: Have I not drunk of Soma juice?
10.119.4The hymn hath reached me, like a cow who lows to meet her darling calf: Have I not drunk of Soma juice?
10.119.5As a wright bends a chariot-seat so round my heart I bend the hymn: Have I not drunk of Soma juice?
10.119.6Not as a mote within the eye count the Five Tribes of men with me: Have I not drunk of Soma juice?
10.119.7The heavens and earth themselves have not grown equal to one half of me Have I not drunk of Soma juice?
10.119.8I in my grandeur have surpassed the heavens and all this spacious earth Have I not drunk of Soma juice?
10.119.9Aha! this spacious earth will I deposit either here or there Have I not drunk of Soma juice?
10.119.10In one short moment will I smite the earth in fury here or there: Have I not drunk of Soma juice?
10.119.11One of my flanks is in the sky; I let the other trail below: Have I not drunk of Soma juice?
10.119.121, greatest of the Mighty Ones, am lifted to the firmament: Have I not drunk of Soma juice?
10.119.13I seek the worshipper's abode; oblation-bearer to the Gods: Have I not drunk of Soma juice?