1 THE, Soma-drops, benevolent, come forth as they are purified, Bestowing wealth which all may see.
2 O Indu, high o’er heaven and earth be thou, increaser of our might: The Master of all strength be thou.
3 The winds are gracious in their love to thee, the rivers flow to thee Soma, they multiply thy power.
4 Soma, wax great. From every side may vigorous powers unite in thee: Be in the gathering-Place of strength.
5 For thee, brown-hued! the kine have poured imperishable oil and milk. Aloft on the sublimest height.
6 Friendship, O Indu, we desire with thee who bearest noble arms, With thee, O Lord of all that is.
1 THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have Flowed forth to glorify our prince.
2 Then Trita's Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones, Indu for Indra, for his drink.
3 Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn: He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.
4 O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runncst like a darting deer Set in the place of sacrifice.
5 The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love He came as to a settled race.
6 Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me, Glory, intelligence, and wealth.
1 LIKE waves of waters, skilled in song the juices of the Soma speed Onward, as buffaloes to woods.
2 With stream of sacrifice the brown bright drops have flowed with strength in store Of kine into the wooden vats.
3 To Indra, Vāyu, Varuṇa, to Viṣṇu, and the Maruts, flow The drops of Soma juice effused.
4 Three several words are uttered: kine are \]owing, cows who give their milk: The Tawny-hued goes bellowing on.
5 The young and sacred mothers of the holy rite have uttered praise: They decorate the Child of Heaven.
6 From every side, O Soma, for our profit, pour thou forth four seas Filled full of riches thousandfold.
1 THE drop of Soma juice effused flows onward with this stream impelled. Rending strong places with its might.
2 Poured forth to Indra, Varuṇa, to Vāyu and the Marut hosts, To Viṣṇu, flows the Soma juice.
3 With stones they press the Soma forth, the Strong conducted by the strong: They milk the liquor out with skill.
4 ’Tis he whom Trita must refine, ’tis he who shall make Indra glad: The Tawny One is decked with tints.
5 Him do the Sons of Pṛśni milk, the dwelling-place of sacrifice, Oblation lovely and most dear.
6 To him in one unitcd stream th-,se songs flow on straight forward. he, Loud voiced, hath made the milch-kine low.
1 Pour forth on us abundant wealth, O Pavamana, with thy stream. Wherewith thou mayest find us light
2 O Indu, swayer of the sea, shaker of all things, flow thou on, Bearer of wealth to us with might.
3 With thee for Hero, Valiant One! may we subdue our enemies: Let what is precious flow to us.
4 Indu arouses strength the Sage who strives for victory, winning power, Discovering holy works and means.
5 Mover of speech, we robe him with our songs as he is purified Soma, the Guardian of the folk;
6 On whose way, Lord of Holy Law, most richi as he is purified. The people all have set their hearts.
1 FORTH from the mortar is the juice sent, like a car-horse, to the sieve: The Steed steps forward to the goal.
2 Thus, Soma, watchful, bearing well, cheering the Gods, flow past the sieve, Turned to the vat that drops with meath.
3 Excellent Pavamana, make the lights shine brightly out for us. Speed us to mental power and skill.
4 He, beautified by pious men, and coming from their hands adorned, Flows through the fleecy straining-cloth.
5 May Soma pour all treasures of the heavens, the earth, the firmament Upon the liberal worshipper.
6 Thou mountest to the height of heaven, O Soma, seeking steeds and kine, And seeking heroes, Lord of Strength!
1 SOMA, the Steer, effused for draught, flows to the purifying sieve, Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.
2 Far-sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve, intelligent, Bellowing, to his place of rest.
3 This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven, Fiend-slayer, through the fleecy sieve.
4 This Payamana up above Trita's high ridge hath made the Sun, Together with the Sisters, shine.
5 This Vṛtra-slaying Steer, effused, Soma room-giver, ne’er deceived, Hath gone, as ’twere, to win the spoil.
6 Urged onward by the sage, the God speeds forward to the casks of wood, Indu to Indra willingly.
1 THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woollen filter, as he goes To war that wins a thousand spoils.
2 The Dames of Trita with the stones onward impel this Tawny One Indu to Indra for his drink.
3 Ten active fingers carefully adorn him here; they make him bright And beauteous for the gladdening draught.
4 He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men. Speeding like lover to his love.
5 This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven, This Soma-drop that pierced the sieve.
6 Poured for the draught, this tawny juice flows forth, intelligent, crying out, Unto the well-beloved place.
1 FLOW On, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form, Saying, I go where dwell the Gods.
2 Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man, Make thou the rain descend from heaven.
3 With might, bestowing power, thejuice enters the purifying sieve, Far-seeing, sending forth its light.
4 This is it which in rapid course hath with the river's wave flowed down From heaven upon the straining cloth.
5 Inviting him frorh far away, and even from near at hand, the juice For Indra is poured forth as meath.
6 In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the Tawny One. Sit in the place of sacrifice.
1 THE Very Active hath assailed, while purified, all enemies: They deck the Sage with holy songs.
2 The Red hath mounted to his place; to India, goes the mighty juice: He settles in his firm abode.
3 O Indu, Soma, send us now great opulence from every side, Pour on us treasures thousandfold.
4 O Soma Pavamana, bring, Indu, all splcndours hitherward: Find for us food in boundless store.
5 As thou art cleansed, bring hero strength and riches to thy worshipper, And prosper thou the singer's hymns.
6 O Indu, Soma, being cleansed, bring hither riches doublypiled, Wealth, mighty Indu, meet for lauds.