1
Soma, you dwell on the hills, flowing into the sieve: You are all-bountiful in your feast.
2
You are a sacred bard, a sage; the mead is the offering of your sap: You are all-bountiful in your feast.
3
All deities come together in harmony to drink from you: You are all-bountiful in your feast.
4
He who holds all the many desired treasures in his hands: You are all-bountiful in your feast.
5
He who milks out this mighty pair, the Earth and Heaven, like mother cows: You are all-bountiful in your feast.
6
He who flows mightily around these two halves of the world: You are all-bountiful in your feast.
7
The Strong One, purified, cries aloud in the pitchers: You are all-bountiful in your feast.