The glorious drops flow forth for the maintenance of Law, Knowing this sacrifice’s path.
In the mighty waters, the stream of mead sinks, most excellent, The best offering of all in worth.
Around the holy place, the Steer true, guileless, noblest, sends out Continuous voices in the wood.
When clad in manly strength, the Sage flows in celestial wisdom round, The Strong wins the light of heaven.
When purified, he sits as King above the hosts, among his folk, When the sages bring him near.
Dear, golden-colored, in the fleece he sinks and settles in the wood: The Singer shows his zeal in hymns.
He goes to Indra, Vāyu, to the Aśvins, as his custom is, With sweet juice that gives them joy.
The streams of pleasant Soma flow to Bhaga, Mitra-Varuṇa— Well-known through his mighty powers. Heaven and Earth, riches of mead to win us wealth: Grant us treasures and renown.