1
Streams of this Powerful One have flowed easily to the strainer’s cloth: While he is cleansed, he lifts his voice.
2
Indu, urged by pressers to go quickly, bellows out while adorned. It sends forth a very powerful sound.
3
Pour on us, Soma, with your stream conquering might that many desire, Accompanied by heroic sons.
4
Hither has Pavamana flowed, Soma has flowed hither in a stream, To settle in the wooden vats.
5
To waters with the stones they drive you, tawny-hued, most sweet, O Indu, to be Indra’s drink.
6
For Indra, for the Thunderer press the Soma, very rich in sweetness, Lovely, inspiring, for strength.