The sage Soma has enrobed himself with sheep’s wool for the feast of Gods, the subduer of the foe. He grants riches in thousandfold in cattle and comforts! O Soma thou purifiest all with thy knowledge, and graspest all thing with thy mind. O Soma, grant us renown! Being purified, O Soma, the wonderous courser, thou has entered into the hymns, like a pious sovereign. He, sprakling, invincible like a courser in the floods, pressed out with hands, is resting under the press. Some flows on to the woollen sieve like a liberal chief, strengthening the laud.

While being cleansed, the Soma drops flow on. Before blent they are rinsed with water. The milk has rushed forward like a river in flood down a precipice to meet these drops. They come and attain Indra, the God. O Soma, thou Indra’s joy, flow on seized and led by the learned men. Pressed out with stones, thou Pavaman, runnest to the sieve, ready for Indra’s high decree. Triumphant to be hailed with cheers, O God, flow for man’s delight as the sustainer of mankind! O Pure, wonderous purifier, flow on, thou best Vritra-slayer, worthy to be hailed with shouts of joy. Beloved of Gods, pure, purifier of others, sweet and effused slayer of sinners, he is called Soma.

Flows forth the Soma juices, pure, benevolent, granting riches visible to all us. O thou Indu, increase for us the splendour from earth and heaven. Be thou the Lord of all the might! For ye the winds blow full of love, for you the rivers flow increasing thy greatness, O Soma Pavaman. Surge and wax great, O Soma. May vigorous strength gather within you from all sides! Be he nucleus of all the power. For thee, O brown-hued Soma, the kine have yielded undecaying milk and fatness on the sublime heights. O Lord of all, thou noble- armed, we long for thy friendship, O Soma, potent defender!

The streams of Soma like waves skilled in song, speed forward, they march onward buffaloes to the woods. The brown-hued, bright juices have flowed with strength in store of kine into the sacred vessels of wood. Let the Soma juices, pressed out with stones, flow for Indra, Vayu, Varuna, Vishnu and for the Maruts. The three several forces urge us, as milch-kine low for their calves. Some, the brown-hued flows bellowing on. The young and sacred mothers of holy rites, the milch-kine, have uttered praise, embellishing Soma, the Son of Heaven. O soma, for our weal, give us from every side, the four seas, filled full of thousandfold riches.

Like a car-horse, flows on with speed the Soma juice from the press, through the sieve, and spurts into the wooden vat. The winner of the race has now attained the goal. This Soma, pure, watchful bearing with dignity, call on the Gods, flows through the sieve to the honey dropping receptacle. Excellent Purifier, let you lights shine brightly on us now, urging us to mental powers and skill of the hand. He, embellished by the hands of faithful to law and holy men, he is cleansed as he flows in the wooden strainer. May Soma pour all the riches of the heavens, of the earth and those of the airy realms upon his charitable worshippers! To the heights of heaven you soar, O Soma, O Lord of strength, seeking horses and cattle, and in search of heroes!

This Soma, the giver of happiness, the strong, shed for drinking, flows on to cleansing filter, slaying the fiends and loving the Gods. Far-seeing, tawny-hued, flows Soma through the sieve bellowing to attain his seat of rest. This powerful God Pavaman, speeds forth to the luminous realms of heaven, the fiend-slayer, through its woolen filter. This Soma high above on the place of sacrifice, has made the Sun, together with his Sisters, the Dawns, shine. This Soma, expressed, still the best slayer of Vritra, invincible, the room-giver has gone eagerly as it were to the battlefield to win the spoil. This God, urged by the sages on his way, speeds on the vats, Indu to Indra, showering boons.