Come unto us flowing swiftly, O God, in thy beloved form, saying, I am there where dwell the Gods. Consecrating that which is unconsecrated, and bringing store of good to man, make thou the rain pour from heaven! This Soma, swift of course, hath flowed down like a river’s wave from heaven upon the straining cloth. Through his strength, infusing lustre, the drops enter the purifying wool, all seeing, sending forth his light. Inviting the juice from the distant world and even from near at hand, the Sweet Soma is shed for Indra to drink. The learned priests together have sung the song, with stones they urge the golden-hued, Soma, for the pleasure of Indra to drink.

Engendering the luminous heaven, engendering the Sun in the waters, the Brilliant Soma clothes himself with the waters and the milk. He, according to the ancient plan, flows forth pressed out in a stream, a God among the Gods. For him increasing and speedily advancing there flow the juices with their thousand powers for his winning. Milked out, the ancient fluid, he is poured into the strainer that purifies. He, roaring, has brought forth the Gods. Soma, while being purified, gives all desirable boons, to the Gods who strengthen the Law. O soma, stream onus wealth in cows, heroes, steeds, spoil and the plenty of food, when thou art pressed out.

O Soma, flow on, be pure and ever more pure, winning cattle, steeds and all that which s delightful. Bring here riches with progeny! O you inviolable, flow forth from the waters, flow on from the plants. Flow forth thou from the pressing stones. O Soma Pavaman, flow on surmounting all troubles and distress, and sit, O Sage, on the sacred grass! O purifier Pavaman, thou foundest the divine light, thou, once born, grewest great, O sacred One, surpassing all!

Established in delight he flows on his way to the dear names in which the youthful one increases great. The great and wise now ascends his chariot of the mighty sum, the car of a universal motion. The speaker of the Truth, the tongue of sacrifice, a pleasant meath, invincible, the lord of this hymn, the Son places the third hidden name of the Parents, the Heaven and Earth, in the lustrous world of heavens. Breaking forth into flashes he hath bellowed into the jars, guided by men into the golden vat. To him the milky streams of sacrifice have sung, he shines brightly on triple heights of the Dawns. Pressed out by the stones, placed in delightful hymns, illuminating the parents, the Earth and Heaven, he flows on evenly through the fleece, a stream of honey ever increasing day by day. Flow forth everywhere, O Soma, flow on for our prosperity, purified by the men, clothe thyself with the milky draught. With thy rapturous drinks that are strong and smiting, impel Indra to give us wealth!

Wide spread for thee is the purifying sieve, O Lord, as Prince thou pervadest the limbs of the being. The unripe whose body has not suffered the heat of the fire, he gains not that delight. They alone are able to enjoy it who have been prepared by the fire. High above in the seat of heaven is spread the strainer. Its threads shining with light stand extended. His swift juices protect him who purifies. He ascends the height if heaven by the conscious heart. This foremost dappled Bull hath made the Dawn to shine out and cherishing strength sustains all things that exist. The Sages by his lofty wisdom have wrought, the Fathers, strong of vision, set him within as a child to be born. The Gandharva protects his seat, as the supreme and wonderous one, he guards the Gods, Lord of the snare, he seizes the enemy with the same. Those who are most perfect in rites have enjoyed a share of his honeyed meath. Thou rich in food, enrobed in clouds, thou art vast, the mighty seat of Gods, thou encompassest the sacrifice. O King, thou goest up to the war riding thy chariot sieve, and with thy thousand brilliant weapons conquerest the vast renownen!

Like embellishments striving for the neck of a victor, like the cries of men striving for light, our hymns strive for Soma, who as a Sage is cleansed with waters. His wisdom is like a stall where kine may prosper. All world have expanded for him who found the light and revealed the home of immortality. Our swelling songs, like kine in the pasture call aloud on Soma in deep devotion.

Like a chariot, bearing all his wisdom, the Hero, the Seer, moves about all the world, seeking glory among the Gods for the mortal men, rewards for the skilled, and new things worth praise amidst the divine beings. Born for glory and life to his singers, he, enrobed in glory, has gone to immortality. He, measuring his course, makes the encounter a success. Stream for us food, nourishment, steeds and cattle. Shed light abroad and fill the Gods with joy. All these are easy to achieve for thee, for thou, soma Pavaman, quellest all enemies!