These two dear Bays bring hither Indra on his car, thunder-
armed, joyous, meet for laud, to drink his fill.
Many libations flow for him who loveth them: to Indra have:
the gold-hued Soma juices run.
The gold-hued drops have flowed to gratify his wish: the yellow.
drops have urged the swift Bays to the Strong.
He who speeds on with bay steeds even as he lists hath satisfied
his longing for the golden drops.
At the swift draught the Soma-drinker waxed in might, the iron.
One with yellow beard and golden hair,
He, Lord of tawny coursers. Lord of fleet-foot mares, will bear
his bay steeds safely over all distress.
His yellow-coloured jaws, like ladles, move apart, what time,.
for strength, he makes the yellow-tinted stir,
When. while the bowl stands there, he grooms his tawny steeds,
when he hath drunk strong drink, the sweet juice that he:
loves.
Yea, to the dear one's seat in homes of heaven and earth the-
bay steeds' Lord hath whinnied like a horse for food.
Then the great wish hath seized upon him mightily, and the
beloved One hath gained high power of life.
