O Pavamana, your refreshing draughts flow swiftly, stirred by song, like the swift hooves of nimble mares.
The drops of Soma, those eagles of the skies, rest in the reservoir, most cheering, rich in mead.
Like swift chariots, your exhilarating juices dart, Soma drops rich in mead, to the Thunder-armed, to Indra, like milch-kine seeking their calves.
Like a steed spurred to battle, you seek the cloud-born reservoir, Soma purified for Indra’s nourishment.
Your drops, divine and swift, are poured with milk into the vat. The Rishis pour in continuous Soma drops, adorning you, dear friend of the Rishis.
You see all things, sovereign and strong, your rays encompass all abodes. You flow with your natural powers, and as the Lord of the world, you are King.
Pavamana, your beams sent from earth and heaven, travel round. When the Golden-hued is cleansed in the sieve, he rests in the vats as if seated.
Served with fair rites, you advance to the special place of the gods. You speed with thousand currents to the filter, like a bull.
High heaven’s sustainer at the center of earth, Pavamana stands on the fleecy surface. He roars and thunders like the peak of the sky.
You obtain Indra’s friendly love, and as he purifies you, you settle in the jars. You flow with light, Indra, and enrich the earth and sky.
You, light of sacrifice, distill delicious mead, most wealthy, father and begetter of the gods. You, gladdening, best of cheerers, enrich the earth and sky with mysterious treasures.
Vigorous and far-seeing, you flow, shouting to the beaker, with your thousand streams. You share the mighty booty in the van of war, the well-armed Steer purified by worshippers.
You heedful Pavamana, like a bird sent forth, flow to the fleecy sieve. Indra, through your wisdom, bright and pure, between the earth and sky.
He, clad in mail reaching heaven, the Holy One, fills the firmament, stationed amid the worlds. He knows the realm of light, coming to us in rain.
He summons to himself his own primeval Sire. Your songs, tuneful and praising, come into the places