The Hymns of the Rigveda · Book 9
RV 9.32
9.32.1THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have Flowed forth to glorify our prince.
9.32.2Then Trita's Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones, Indu for Indra, for his drink.
9.32.3Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn: He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.
9.32.4O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runnest like a darting deer Set in the place of sacrifice.
9.32.5The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love He came as to a settled race.
9.32.6Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me, Glory, intelligence, and wealth.