The Rig Veda/Mandala 10/Hymn 119

1. THIS, even this was my resolve, to win a cow, to win a steed: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 2. Like violent gusts of wind the draughts that I have drunk have lifted me    Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 3. The draughts I drank have borne me up, as fleet-foot horses draw a car: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 4. The hymn hath reached me, like a cow who lows to meet her darling calf: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 5. As a wright bends a chariot-seat so round my heart I bend the hymn: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 6. Not as a mote within the eye count the Five Tribes of men with me: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 7. The heavens and earth themselves have not grown equal to one half of me    Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 8. I in my grandeur have surpassed the heavens and all this spacious earth Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 9. Aha! this spacious earth will I deposit either here or there Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 10. In one short moment will I smite the earth in fury here or there: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 11. One of my flanks is in the sky; I let the other trail below: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 12. 1, greatest of the Mighty Ones, am lifted to the firmament: Have I not drunk of Soma juice? 13. I seek the worshipper's abode; oblation-bearer to the Gods: Have I not drunk of Soma juice?