Following Indra’s wish, these Soma juices have flowed, Boosting his mighty power.
Placed in the bowl, pure and flowing, to Vāyu and the Aśvins, May they grant us great heroic strength.
Soma, as you are purified, stir up Indra’s heart, So that he sits in sacrifice’s place.
With your ten swift fingers adorned, seven ministers urge you on: The sages have rejoiced in you.
When through the filter you are poured, clothe yourself with a milk robe, To be a joyful draught for the gods.
Within the jars, when you are purified, Soma, bright red and golden, You wear a milk robe.
Flow onto us and make us rich. Drive all our enemies away. O Indu, flow into your friend. Send down the rain from heaven, a stream of prosperity from earth. Give us, O Soma, victory in war.
May we obtain you, Indra’s drink, who see men and find light, Gain you, and offspring and sustenance.