Like violent gusts of wind the draughts that I have drunk have lifted me
Have I not drunk of Soma juice?


The draughts I drank have borne me up, as fleet-foot horses draw a car:
Have I not drunk of Soma juice?


The hymn hath reached me, like a cow who lows to meet her darling calf:
Have I not drunk of Soma juice?


The heavens and earth themselves have not grown equal to one half of me
Have I not drunk of Soma juice?


In one short moment will I smite the earth in fury here or there:
Have I not drunk of Soma juice?


1, greatest of the Mighty Ones, am lifted to the firmament:
Have I not drunk of Soma juice?