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1. LET these speak loudly
forth; let us speak out aloud: to the loud speaking Pressing-stones address the
speech;
When, rich with Soma juice, Stones of the
mountain, ye, united, swift to Indra bring the sound of praise.
2 They speak out like a
hundred, like a thousand men: they cry aloud to us with their green-tinted
mouths,
While, pious Stones, they ply their task with
piety, and, even before the Hotar, taste the offered food.
3 Loudly they speak, for they
have found the savoury meath: they make a humming sound over the meat prepared.
As they devour the branch of the Red-coloured
Tree, these, the well-pastured Bulls, have uttered bellowings.
4 They cry aloud, with strong
exhilarating drink, calling on Indra now, for they have found the meath.
Bold, with the sisters they have danced,
embraced by them, making the earth reecho with their ringing sound.
5 The Eagles have sent forth
their cry aloft in heaven; in the sky's vault the dark impetuous ones have
danced.
Then downward to the nether stone's fixt place
they sink, and, splendid as the Sun, effuse their copious stream.
6 Like strong ones drawing,
they have put forth all their strength: the Bulls, harnessed together, bear the
chariot-poles.
When they have bellowed, panting, swallowing
their food, the sound of their loud snorting is like that of steeds.
7 To these who have ten workers
and a tenfold girth, to these who have ten yoke-straps and ten binding thongs,
To these who bear ten reins, the eternal, sing
ye praise, to these who bear ten car-poles, ten when they are yoked.
8 These Stones with ten
conductors, rapid in their course, with lovely revolution travel round and
round.
They have been first to drink the flowing Soma
juice, first to enjoy the milky fluid of the stalk.
9 These Soma-eaters kiss
Indra's Bay-coloured Steeds: draining. the stalk they sit upon the ox's hide.
Indra, when he hath drunk Soma-nicath drawn by
them, waxes in strength, is famed, is mighty as a Bull.
10. Strong is your stalk; ye,
verily, never shall be harmed; ye have refreshment, ye are ever satisfied.
Fair are ye, as it were, through splendour of
his wealth, his in whose sacrifice, O Stones, ye find delight.
11 Bored deep, but not pierced
through with holes, are ye, O Stones, not loosened, never weary, and exempt
from death,
Eternal, undiseased, moving in sundry ways,
unthirsting, full of fatness, void of all desire.
12 Your fathers, verily, stand
firm from age to age: they, loving rest, are not dissevered from their seat.
Untouched by time, ne'er lacking green plants
and green trees, they with their voice have caused the heavens and earth to
hear.
13 This, this the Stones
proclaim, what time they are disjoined, and when with ringing sounds they move
and drink the balm.
Like tillers of the ground when they are sowing
seed, they mix the Soma, nor, devouring, minish it.
14 They have raised high their
voice for juice, for sacrifice, striking the Mother earth as though they danced
thereon.
So loose thou too his thought who hath effused
the sap, and let the Stones which we are honouring be disjoined.
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