Soma, you flow with a running stream, joyful and most powerful at sacrifice: Flow generously, showering wealth.
You spread cheer among men, flowing as the best gladdener, You are a prince with your juice to Indra.
Poured out by pressing stones, send us in a stream, Most excellent, mighty might.
Indu, urged forward, flows through the fleece: The Tawny One, roaring loudly, brings strength.
Indu, you flow through the fleece, Bringing felicity and fame, And, Soma, spoil and wealth in cows.
Hither, O Indu, bring us wealth in horses and a hundredfold cattle: Bring wealth, O Soma, a thousandfold.
Through the sieve, the rapid drops of Soma juice come near to Indra in their course.
For Indra, flow excellent Indu, the noblest Soma juice, The Living for the Living One.
The shining maidens sing Sura forth, having sung aloud: To Pavamana, dropping meath.
May Pūṣan, drawn by goats, be our protector, and on all his paths Bestow on us our share of maidens.
This Soma flows like gladdening oil for him who wears braided locks: He shall give us our share of maidens.
This Soma juice, O glowing God, flows like pure oil, effused for you: He shall give us our share of maidens.
Flow onward, Soma, in your stream, begetter of the sages' speech: Wealth-giver among gods are you.
The falcon dips within the jars, wraps itself in its robe, and roars loudly, Going to the vats of wood.
Soma, your juice has been poured into the pitcher, like a rapid hawk: Rushing on, like a hawk.
For Indra, flow rich in sweetness, O Soma, bringing him delight.
They were sent forth to feast the gods, like chariots displaying their strength.
Brilliant, best givers of delight, these juices have sent Vāyu forth.
Bruised by the press-stones and extolled, Soma, you go to the sieve, Giving the worshipper hero strength.
This juice, bru