Rig Veda 9.32: THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have

THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have
Flowed forth to glorify our prince.

Then Trita's Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones,
Indu for Indra, for his drink.

Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn:
He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.

O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runnest like a darting deer
Set in the place of sacrifice.

The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love
He came as to a settled race.

Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me,
Glory, intelligence, and wealth.