Like wild winds, the draughts I've drunk
have lifted me: have I not drunk Soma?
The sky and earth are not equal even
to one half of me: have I not drunk Soma?
In my glory I eclipse all of heaven
and of earth: have I not drunk Soma?
In my glory I eclipse all of heaven
and of earth: have I not drunk Soma?
Aha! this wide earth I'll lift and put there,
or maybe here: have I not drunk Soma?
- Rg Veda X.119
