agha te viśvam anu ha asat iṣṭaye āpaḥ nimnāiva savanā haviṣmataḥ yat parvate na sam aśīta haryataḥ indrasya vajraḥ śnathitā hiraṇyayaḥ
Now all this world, for worship, shall come after thee-the offerer's libations like floods to the depth, When the well-loved one seems to rest upon the hill, the thunderbolt of Indra, shatterer wrought of gold.