LIKE waves of waters, skilled in song the juices of the Soma speed
Onward, as buffaloes to woods.
With stream of sacrifice the brown bright drops have flowed with strength in store
Of kine into the wooden vats.
To Indra, Vāyu, Varuṇa, to Viṣṇu, and the Maruts, flow
The drops of Soma juice effused.
Three several words are uttered: kine are flowing, cows who give their milk:
The Tawny-hued go bellowing on.
The young and sacred mothers of the holy rite have uttered praise:
They decorate the Child of Heaven.
From every side, O Soma, for our profit, pour thou forth four seas
Filled full of riches thousandfold.