To Indra pour these flowing drops, these Soma spirits lively.
Exhilarating, finding light;
Driving off enemies, making space for the sacrificer, willingly
Bringing their praise vital force.
Lightly dancing them, the drops flow to one common pool,
And fall into the river’s wave.
These Pavamanas have earned great blessings, like horses yoked to a chariot;
With regard to us, O Soma drops, grant your manifold desire
To him who has given us nothing yet.
Bring us our wish with this intent, as a craftsman brings a new wheel:
Flow pure and shining with the stream.
These drops have shouted with a loud voice: like swift horses they ran the course,
And stirred the good man’s song to life.