O Soma, purify yourself and bring us the wondrous treasure, meet
For lauds, that is in earth and heaven.
For you two, Indra and Soma, are Lords of the light, Lords of the kine:
Great Rulers, may your songs prosper.
The tawny Steer, while cleansed among the living, bellowing on the grass,
Has sunk and settled in his home.
Over the Steer’s productive flow the sacred songs resound,
Mothers of the darling Son.
Has he not, purified and impregnated, filled the kine that long to meet their Lord,
The kine that yield the shining milk?
Bring near us those who stand aloof and strike fear into our enemies:
O Pavamana, grant us wealth.