1The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk, the active crusher of the foe.

2Active, while being purified, he hath assailed all enemies: they deck the Sage with holy hymns.

3Pouring all glories hither, he, effused, hath passed within the jar: Indu on Indra is bestowed.

4From the two press-boards is the juice sent, like a car-horse, to the sieve: the steed steps forward to the goal.

5Impetuous, bright, have they come forth, unwearied in their speed, like bulls, driving the black skin far away.

6Soma, thou flowest chasing foes, finder of wisdom and delight: drive thou the godless folk afar!

Flow onward with that stream wherewith thou gavest splendour to the Sun, speeding the waters kind to man!

8Flow onward thou who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter Vritra who compassed and stayed the mighty floods!

9Flow onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy wild delights battered the nine-and-ninety down!

10Flow, pressed, into the filter, speed the heavenly one who winneth wealth, who bringeth booty through our juice!

1The tawny Bull hath bellowed, fair as mighty Mitra to behold: he gleams and flashes with the Sun.

2We choose to-day that chariot-steed of thine, the strong, that brings us bliss, the guardian, the desire of all.

3Adhvaryu, to the filter lead the Soma juice expressed with stones: make thou it pure for Indra’s drink.

4Swift runs this giver of delight, even the stream of flowingjuice: Swift runs this giver of delight.

5Pour hitherward, O Soma, wealth in thousands and heroic strength, and keep renown secure for us!

-6. The ancient living ones have come unto a newer resting-place. They made the Sun that he might shine.

7Soma, flow on exceeding bright with loud roar to the reservoirs, resting in wooden vats, thy home!

8O Soma, thou, art strong and bright, potent, O God, with potent sway: thou, mighty one, ordainest laws.

9For food, flow onward with thy stream, cleansed and made bright by sapient men: Indu. with sheen approach the milk!

10Soma, flow on with pleasant stream, strong and devoted to the Gods, our friend, unto the woollen sieve.

11By this solemnity, Soma, thou, though great, hast been increased: in joy thou, verily actest like a bull!

12Most active and benevolent, this Pavamana sent to us for lofty friendship meditates.

13Indu, to us for this great rite, bearing as ‘twere thy wave to Gods, unwearied, thou art flowing on.

14Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma floweth on, going to Indra’s settled place.

1Cleansing thee, Soma, in thy stream, thou flowest in a watery robe: giver of wealth, thou sittest in the place of Law, O God, a fountain made of gold.

2Hence sprinkle forth the juice effused, Soma, the best of sacred gifts, who, friend of man,