1. Purify yourself in the sweetest, most exhilarating stream, Soma,
    when you are pressed for Indra to drink.

2. Demon-smasher, common to all domains, he has reached his seat upon the metal-hammered womb,
    upon his sitting place, by means of the wooden (vessel).

3. Become the best establisher of the wide realm, most munificent, best smasher of obstacles,
    deliver to us the bountv of the liberal ones.

4. Rush to the pursuit of the great gods with your stalk,
    to the prize of victory and to fame.

5. Toward you do we proceed; this is just our goal every day.
    O drop, in you are our hopes.

6. The Daughter of the Sun purifies your circling soma
    with the fleece-filter in unfailing measure.

7. Him do the delicate ones grasp at the clash—the ten maidens [=fingers],
    the sisters—on the decisive day.

8. Him do the unwed girls impel, as they blow the skin bagpipe,
    him, the threefold wild honey.

9. And him do the inviolable milk-cows prepare, as their child,
    the soma, for Indra to drink.

10. In the raptures of just this (soma) Indra the champion keeps smashing all obstacles
    and bestows bounties.

1. Purify yourself across the filter at speed, Soma, pursuing the gods.
    As a bull, enter Indra, o drop.

2. Coil yourself toward great enjoyment, o drop, as the most heaven-bright bull.
    Sit steadfast on your womb.

3. The stream of the pressed one, of the ritual adept, has milked out its own dear honey.
    Very resolute, he has clothed himself in the waters.

4. The great waters, the rivers, rush after you, the great one,
    when you will clothe yourself with the cows.

5. The sea has been groomed in the waters—the prop and buttress of heaven,
    the soma in the filter, seeking us.

6. The tawny bull has bellowed; the great one, lovely to see like an ally,
    shines along with the sun.

7. O drop, the industrious songs are constantly groomed by your power,
    the songs by which you are (in turn) beautified for exhilaration.

8. We implore you, who make wide space, for ardent exhilaration.
    To you belong great praise songs.

9. For us, o drop, while seeking Indra, purify yourself in a stream of honey,
    like rain-bearing Parjanya.

10. O drop, you are cow-winning, man-winning, horse-winning, and prize-winning.
    You are the ancient embodiment of the sacrifice.

1. This god, the immortal, flies like a bird on the wing
    toward the wooden cups to take his seat.

2. This god, created by poetic inspiration, streaks across the tangles (of sheep’s wool)
    purifying himself, impossible to deceive.

3. This god, the tawny one, purifying himself,
    is groomed for the prize by the admiring (poets) who pursue the truth.

4. This one, like a champion traveling with his warriors,
    strives to win all desirable things, while he purifies himself.

5. This god rides on a chariot; while he purifies himself, he shows his favor
    and makes manifest his noise.

6. This one, praised by the inspired poets, the god, plunges through the waters,
    establishing treasures for the pious man.

7. This one streaks through heaven, across the airy spaces in his stream,
    whinnying again and again as he purifies himself.

8. This one has now run through heaven, across the airy spaces, and cannot be recaptured—
    good at the rite as he purifies himself.

9. This one, pressed in the way of his ancient birth, the god pressed for gods,
    the tawny one, rushes into the filter.

10. And this one here, he of much authority, giving birth to refreshing drinks while he is being born,
    purifies himself in a stream when he is pressed.

1. Win, Soma, and conquer great fame, self-purifying one.
    - Then make us better off.

2. Win light, win the sun, and all the gifts of good fortune, Soma.
    - Then make us better off.

3. Win skill and resolve Soma, strike away the scorners.
    - Then make us better off.

4. Purifiers, purify soma for Indra to drink.
    - Then make us better off.

5. Give us a share in the sun through your resolve and your help.
    - Then make us better off.

6. Through your resolve and your help might we see the sun for a long time.
    - Then make us better off.

7. Rush, well-armed Soma, toward double-lofty wealth.
    - Then make us better off.

8. Rush toward wealth, as the unbudgeable victor in battles.
    - Then make us better off.

9. They have increased you with sacrifices at your expansion, self-purifying one.
    - Then make us better off.

10. Bring us glittering wealth in horses, o drop, through our whole lifetime.
    - Then make us better off.

1. Enkindled, the self-purifying lord shines forth in every direction,
    giving pleasure, the ever-roaring bull.

2. As Tanūnapāt, the self-purifying one, sharpening his horns, rushes
    through the midspace, ever-shining.

3. Worthy to be invoked, the self-purifying one, heaven-bright wealth, shines forth
    with his streams of honey, with his strength.

4. The tawny self-purifying one, strewing the ritual grass toward the east with his strength,
    speeds as a god to the gods.

5. With their frames the golden Divine Doors open up aloft,
    well praised by the self-purifying one.

6. The self-purifying one acts the bull to the two handsomely adorned females, lofty and great,
    Night and Dawn, like two (women) lovely to see.

7. Both gods who have the gaze of men, the two Divine Hotars, do I summon—
    the self-purifying one and Indra the bull.

8. Bhāratī, Sarasvatī, and Idā the great, the three goddesses of beautiful ornaments,
    will come here to this sacrifice of ours for the self-purifying one.

9. Tvastar, the first-born herdsman who journeys in advance, do I summon here.
    The drop is Indra, the tawny bull; the self-purifying one is Prajāpati.

10. O self-purifying one, with your honeyed stream anoint the Lord of the Forest,
    the tawny one with a thousand branches, blazing, golden.

11. All you gods, come here to the svaha-cry of the self-purifying one:
    Vāyu, Br̥haspati, the Sun, Agni, and Indra, all of one accord.

1. O Soma, as bull purify yourself in a gladdening stream as you seek the gods,
    as you seek us, in the sheep’s fleece.

2. Toward this exhilarating exhilaration, o drop, flow as “Indra”—
    and toward prizewinning chargers.

3. Toward this ancient exhilaration rush into the filter as you are being pressed,
    and toward victory’s prize and fame.

4. In succession, the droplets, the drops, have run like waters down a slope.
    Being purified, they have reached Indra.

5. Whom the ten maidens groom like a prizewinning steed,
    him playing in the wood(en vessel), beyond the sheep [=fleece],

6. That bullish sap—merge it with the cows, for exhilaration, for the gods’ pursuit—
    the pressed soma for the taking.

7. The god for the god—pressed, he purifies himself in a stream for Indra,
    when he [= Indra] swells his milk.

8. The embodiment of the sacrifice, the pressed soma, having been pressed, purifies himself at speed.
    He protects the age-old poetic skill.

9. In just this way, as you are being purified and seeking Indra, for him to pursue exhilaration, you most exhilarating one,
    you make the hymns, though hidden, your own.

1. The drops have surged along the path of truth, upon its foundation—the very splendid ones,
    recognizing its route.

2. Forth (goes) the stream, the forefront of the honey; it plunges through the great waters,
    to be extolled as the oblation among oblations.

3. Forth (he goes) as the forefront of speech, his yokemate; the bull has roared down into the wood(en vessel),
    toward his seat: he is the real rite.

4. When the poet, clothing himself in his poetic skills and manly powers, rushes around (the fleece),
    the racehorse strives to win the sun.

5. The self-purifying one sits over his opponents, like a king over the clans,
    when the ritual adepts set him in motion.

6. (Having circled) around the sheep’s fleece, the dear tawny one sits in the wood(en vessels);
    husky-voiced, he is eager to prevail with his thought.

7. He goes with his exhilaration to Vāyu, Indra, and the Aśvins,
    with the joy that is in accord with his ordinances.

8. The waves of honey attract here through their purification Mitra and Varuṇa, and Bhaga,
    recognizing them through its powers.

9. You two World-Halves, for us to win the prize of honey, conquer wealth,
    conquer fame and goods.

1. These soma juices have flowed toward Indra’s own desire,
    increasing his heroic power.

2. Being purified, finding a seat in the cups, going to Vāyu and the Aśvins,
    let them confer good heroic power on us.

3. O Soma, rouse the heart of Indra to generosity, as you are being purified
    to take your seat on the womb of truth.

4. Ten fingers groom you; seven insightful thoughts propel you.
    Inspired poets have cheered you on.

5. For the gods, for their exhilaration, you who are surging through the ewes
    do we clothe with cows.

6. Being purified in the tubs, he, tawny and ruddy,
    has wrapped himself in garments of cattle.

7. Attract bounteous patrons for us through your purification. Strike away all hatreds.
    O drop, enter your comrade.

8. Stream rain from heaven and heavenly brilliance from the earth.
    Confer strength in battles on us, Soma.

9. Might we have a share in you, drawing the gaze of men, drunk by Indra, finding the sun—
    and a share in offspring and refreshment.

1. The poet of heaven makes the circuit of his own vital powers, when propelled between his two granddaughters
    as he is being pressed—he who has a poet’s purpose.

2. You, delightful to the praiseworthy dwelling place, to the race without deceit [=gods]—
    rush ever forward in your most pleasing pursuit (of them).

3. He, their blazing son, made his two mothers shine—he just born and they just born,
    he the great and they the great, increasing through truth.

4. Propelled by seven insightful thoughts, he quickened the rivers without deceit
    they who strengthened him as the single eye.

5. They installed the youth as dominating and indestructible for the great;
    they installed the drop, Indra, under your commandment.

6. The immortal draft-horse looks upon the seven as he draws.
    Krivi has satisfied the goddesses.

7. Help us in our ritual arrangements, o male. The shades of darkness must be fought, Soma.
    You shall keep smiting them, o you who are being purified.

8. Now make the paths for our newer and newer hymn reach their goal.
    Make the lights light up as of old.

9. Self-purifying one, bestow great fame, the cow, and the horse along with heroes.
    Win wisdom, win the sun.

1. While being pressed, the soma juices, resounding like chariots, seeking fame like chargers,
    have marched forth for wealth.

2. Being propelled like chariots, they have run between the two hands (of the priest).
    Their takings are like those of decisive victors.

3. Like kings by encomia, the soma juices are anointed with cows,
    like the sacrifice by its seven ordainers.

4. While resounding [/being pressed] for exhilaration with might and song, the drops,
    pressed, rush around in a stream.

5. Having obtained (the portion) of Vivasvant, begetting the portion of Dawn,
    the suns stretch out across the fine (fleece).

6. The ancient bards thrust open the doors of poetic thoughts—
    the Āyus for the raging of the bull.

7. They sit all together, the Hotars with their seven siblings,
    guiding the track of the lone one safely across.

8. He has bound his navel to our navel, as also his eye to the sun.
    He has yielded progeny to the poet as milk.

9. Over his own dear (tracks) and the track of heaven, which was placed in hiding by the Adhvaryus,
    he looks with the eye of the sun.

1. Sing to him, men, to the self-purifying drop,
    as he seeks to attain the gods.

2. The Atharvan-priests have now mixed your milk with honey—
    mixed the god for the god in seeking the gods.

3. Purify yourself as weal for our cow, weal for our people, weal for our charger,
    weal for our plants, o king.

4. Now, to the self-powerful brown one, to the ruddy one who touches heaven,
    to Soma, chant a song.

5. Purify the soma pressed with stones set in motion by the hands.
    Rinse the honey in honey.

6. Just with homage approach it. Just with curds mix it.
    Place the drop in Indra.

7. As the limitless smiter of foes, o Soma, purify yourself as weal for our cow,
    acting for the gods according to their desire.

8. You are poured around, Soma, for Indra to drink, for his exhilaration
    perceiving thoughts as master of thought.

9. Self-purifying Soma, give us wealth and an abundance of heroes,
    o drop, along with Indra as our yokemate.

1. The soma juices have surged, the drops pressed in the seat of truth,
    most honeyed for Indra.

2. The inspired poets have roared—like mother cows to their calf—
    to Indra, to drink the soma.

3. Arousing exhilaration, attentive to poetic inspiration, he dwells in his seat, in the wave of the river:
    Soma is set upon the buffalo-cow.

4. In the navel of heaven, he, wide-gazing, shows his greatness in the sheep’s fleece:
    Soma, who is a poet with good purpose.

5. The soma that is in the tubs, that is placed within the filter,
    that does the drop embrace.

6. The drop sends forth his speech upon the surface of the sea,
    quickening the cask dripping with honey.

7. The lord of the forest who has praise as his own, yielding the juice of insights within (the filter),
    propelling the human generations,

8. Being himself propelled. Soma rushes toward the dear tracks of heaven,
    the sage poet, with the stream of an inspired poet.

9. Self-purifying one, secure wealth of a thousand lusters
    close at hand to us, o drop.

1. As he is being purified, Soma rushes in a thousand streams beyond the sheep [=fleece]
    to his encounter with Vāyu and Indra.

2. You who are seeking help, sing forth to the self-purifying inspired poet,
    who has been pressed to pursue the gods.

3. The thousand-faceted soma juices purify themselves to win the prize,
    being hymned to pursue the gods.

4. And for us to win the prize, by purifying yourself (bring) lofty refreshments
    and a heaven-bright abundance of heroes, o drop.

5. By purifying themselves, let them bring thousandfold wealth and an abundance of heroes for us—
    the divine drops being pressed.

6. Like racehorses being driven on by their drivers, they have surged to win the prize—
    swift across the sheep’s fleece.

7. Bellowing like cows to their calf, the drops rush.
    They have run between the hands (of the priest).

8. Pleasing to Indra, exhilarating, constantly roaring—o self-purifying one,
    strike away all hatreds.

9. Striking away the non-givers, purifying yourselves, looking like the sun,
    sit on the womb of truth.

1. The poet flowed around and forth, set upon the swell of the river,
    bringing the decisive action for which many are eager.

2. When the troops of five kinsmen [=hands], eager to work,
    prepare the steadfast one with a hymn—

3. After that, all the gods found exhilaration in the juice of him, the tempestuous one—
    when he clothes himself with cows.

4. Spilling over, he runs out, leaving behind the stems that belong to his body.
    In this place here he slams together with his yokemate [=Indra].

5. He who, like a handsome youth, has been groomed by the granddaughters of Vivasvant [=fingers],
    making the cows like a garment,

6. With a yen for cows, he goes crossways along the fine prop [=fleece].
    He raises the call that he knows as his own.

7. The fingers have come together to him, grooming the lord of refreshment.
    They have grasped the back of the prizewinning horse.

8. Ever embracing all good things, heavenly and earthly, o Soma,
    seeking us, make your journey.

1. This one drives with insight along the fine (fleece), a champion with his swift chariots,
    going to his encounter with Indra.

2. This one exercises his insight on many things for the divine assemblage on high,
    where the immortals have their seats.

3. This one, propelled, is led through and within (the filter) along the path of beauty,
    when the fervent thrust him on.

4. This one, the bull of the herd, sharpens his horns, ever shaking them,
    deploying his manly powers with his might.

5. This one, a prizewinning horse, speeds with his beautiful bright shoots,
    becoming the lord of the rivers.

6. This one, having journeyed along the “articulation” (of the fleece) toward the “plodding goods” [=cows],
    goes down into the grasses.

7. This one worthy of grooming do the Āyus groom in the wooden cups,
    when he has produced great refreshments.

8. This one here the ten fingers and the seven insights groom,
    the most exhilarating one possessing good weapons.

1. The pressers pro(pel) your sap in their arms, for ardent exhilaration.
    Etasa charges like a surge (of waters).

2. With resolve we accompany the charioteer of skill, who clothes himself in waters along with his stalk,
    the winner of cows, among the fine (tufts of fleece).

3. Send the soma surging into the filter, the one difficult to overtake in the waters (even) without the granddaughters(' preparation) [?].
    Purify him for Indra to drink.

4. With attention Soma rushes forth into the filter of the one being purified;
    with resolve he has taken his seat.

5. Forth to you, Indra, the drops, the soma juices, have surged with homage—
    for the great taking of the decisive victor.

6. Being purified within the sheep’s shape, rushing toward all that is glorious,
    like a champion he stands among the cattle.

7. Having swelled like the back of heaven, the stream of the pressed ritual adept
    rushes at will into the filter.

8. You, Soma, (sending forth speech) attentive to poetic inspiration, being purified in your full measure among the Āyus,
    run through the sheep’s fleece.

1. Like rivers along a downward slope, smashing obstacles, turbulent,
    the swift soma juices have been sent surging.

2. As they are pressed, the drops, the soma juices, like rains to the earth,
    have flowed to Indra.

3. The exhilarating drink of exhilaration, the soma, rushes into the filter beyond the waves,
    smashing aside the demons, seeking the gods.

4. He runs into the tubs; he is poured around into the filter.
    He grows strong through the hymns at the sacrifices.

5. You blaze beyond the three luminous realms like the (sun) ascending to heaven, o Soma.
    Sending forth (speech), you have spurred it on, like the sun.

6. The inspired poets, the bards, have roared to him at the head of the sacrifice,
    keeping the dear one in their sight.

7. The men, the inspired poets, seeking help, groom you, the prizewinning horse,
    with their insights, for the divine conclave.

8. Flow following the stream of honey. You, the sharp (soma), have taken your seat,
    pleasing to be drunk for truth.

1. Mountain-dwelling Soma, being pressed, has flowed around in the filter.
    - You are the one who confers wholeness in the raptures of exhilaration.

2. You are the inspired one, you the sage poet, the honey that is born from the stalk.
    - You are the one who confers wholeness in the raptures of exhilaration.

3. All the gods, joined in fellowship, have attained the drinking of you.
    - You are the one who confers wholeness in the raptures of exhilaration.

4. He who holds all desirable good things in his two hands—
    - You are the one who confers wholeness in the raptures of exhilaration.

5. Who will yield milk like these two great world-halves, the two mothers together—
    - You are the one who confers wholeness in the raptures of exhilaration.

6. Who on the same day rushes around both worlds with the prizes of victory—
    - You are the one who confers wholeness in the raptures of exhilaration.

7. He, tempestuous in the tubs, kept roaring while being purified.
    - You are the one who confers wholeness in the raptures of exhilaration.

1. O Soma, what bright good thing, heavenly or earthly, is worthy of hymns,
    bring that here to us as you are being purified.

2. For you two, o Soma, you and Indra, are lords of the sun, lords of cattle.
    Showing your mastery, make our insights swell.

3. The bull, being purified among the Āyus, thundering upon the ritual grass,
    although being a fallow bay horse, has sat down on his womb.

4. Our insightful words have bellowed over the seed of the bull,
    the mothers (over that) of the calf, their son.

5. Will he indeed set an embryo for those females yearning for a bull, as he is being purified—
    for those who give the gleaming milk?

6. Seek to win over those who stand aside, but set fear among our rivals.
    Self-purifying one, find wealth.

7. Soma, undermine the bull-like power of our rival, his tempestuousness, his vigor,
    whether he be in the distance or nearby.

1. Forth the poet rushes, through the sheep’s fleece, to pursue the gods,
    having prevailed over all opponents.

2. For he sends to the singers a prize of cattle
    in thousands, as he purifies himself.

3. With your attention you embrace all things; you purify yourself with our poetic thought.
    Soma, you will find fame for us.

4. Rush toward lofty glory, toward enduring wealth for our generous patrons.
    Bring refreshment here to the praisers.

5. You well keep commandments like a king. You have entered the songs, o Soma,
    while being purified, o unerring draft-horse.

6. That draft-horse, difficult to overtake in the waters, being groomed in (the priest’s) hands.
    Soma, sits in the cups.

7. Playful, ready to give like a generous patron, you go through the filter, o Soma,
    establishing an abundance of heroes for the praiser.

1. These are running for Indra, these drops, the ardent soma juices,
    bringing exhilaration and finding the sun,

2. Warding off attackers, finding wide space for the presser,
    by themselves creating vitality for the praiser.

3. Moving playfully at will toward one and the same seat,
    the drops have flowed in various ways into the swell of the river.

4. These self-purifying ones have obtained all things of value,
    when propelled like the team on a chariot.

5. O drops, set the tawny tracker [=Soma himself] here in him [=Indra], to instruct (the man)
    who does not give to us.

6. Like a craftsman [/Rbhu] a new chariot (wheel), set your will to instruct (him).
    Purify yourselves to gleaming with your flood.

7. These (drops) here have bellowed; the prizewinning horses have made the finish line.
    They have stimulated the thought of (the poet) who is really present.

1. These swift soma juices have been propelled forward like prizewinning chariots,
    surges (of them) sent surging—

2. These, (surging) wide like the winds, like the rains of Parjanya,
    (surging) at will like the flickerings of fire.

3. These purified soma juices, mixed with curds, attentive to poetic inspiration,
    have pervaded our insights with inspiration.

4. These immortal ones, once groomed, have not flagged in their flowing,
    as they seek to reach the paths through the airy space.

5. These, going forth widely, have pervaded the backs of the two world-halves,
    and this highest airy space.

6. They have reached the highest thread being stretched, along the inclines,
    and this one that is to be higher still.

7. You, Soma, secured from the Panis the good things of cattle.
    You have roared toward the stretched thread.

1. The swift soma juices have surged forth in a stream of honey, of exhilaration,
    toward all our poems.

2. The ancient Āyus have marched along a newer track.
    They have begotten the sun, for it to shine.

3. Bring here to us, self-purifying one, the patrimony of the impious stranger.
    Produce refreshments along with progeny.

4. The soma juices, the Āyus, purify themselves into the exhilarating drink of exhilaration,
    (going) toward the cask dripping with honey.

5. The soma rushes steadily, acquiring Indrian strength as its essence,
    affording good heroes, protecting against imprecations.

6. You purify yourself for Indra, o Soma, and for the gods as their shared exhilaration.
    O drop, you strive to win the prize.

7. Having drunk of it, of its exhilarating drinks, Indra smashed the unopposable obstacles,
    and he shall smash them now.

1. The soma juices have run forth, the self-purifying drops.
    Brought to readiness, they have been groomed in the waters.

2. The cows have run toward them, like waters going along a slope.
    Becoming purified, they have reached Indra.

3. You run forth, self-purifying Soma, for Indra to drink.
    Held by men, you are led through (the filter).

4. Bringing exhilaration to superior men, o Soma, purify yourself for the one who conquers the territories,
    you who are the winner to be celebrated.

5. O drop, when pressed by the stones you run around the filter,
    fit for the fundament of Indra.

6. Purify yourself, best smasher of obstacles, to be celebrated with hymns,
    gleaming, pure, unerring.

7. Gleaming and pure he is called “Soma,” he of the pressed honey,
    pursuing the gods, smashing those who utter evil.

1. Purify yourself, as the one who brings skill to realization, for the gods to drink, o tawny one,
    the exhilarating drink for the Maruts and for Vāyu.

2. Self-purifying one, sped by insight, ever roaring toward your womb,
    enter Vāyu according to the (ritual) statute.

3. The bull becomes beautiful together with the gods, the dear poet in his womb,
    the smasher of obstacles, best pursuer of the gods.

4. Entering into all forms, becoming purified, the delightful one journeys
    to where the immortals have their seats.

5. Ruddy Soma, giving birth to songs, purifies himself, attended by the Āyus,
    going to Indra with a poet’s purpose.

6. Purify yourself in a stream in the filter, you most exhilarating poet,
    to sit in the womb of chant.

1. Him have the inspired poets groomed—the prizewinner in the lap of Aditi,
    through the fine (fleece) and with insight.

2. Him have the cows lowed toward, the imperishable one of a thousand streams,
    the drop, supporter of heaven.

3. Him, the ritual adept, have they impelled through their wisdom—the one purifying himself in heaven,
    steadfast, giving nurture to many.

4. Him have they impelled between the two arms with the insight of Vivasvant, him who is also clad in it,
    the undeceivable lord of speech.

5. Him do the siblings [=fingers] impel with the stones on the back (of the filter)—the tawny one,
    delightful, drawing the gaze of many.

6. You, self-purifying one, grown strong through song [/on the mountain], do the ritual adepts impel
    as exhilaration for Indra, o drop.

1. This one, the much-praised poet, spills over into the filter,
    striking away failures, while being purified.

2. This one, winning the sun, is poured all around for Indra and Vāyu
    in the filter, the one who brings skill to realization.

3. This one is led through (the filter) by men—the head of heaven, the bull, the pressed
    soma in the wooden (vessels), acquiring [/knowing] all.

4. This one, purifying himself, has roared, seeking cows, seeking gold
    the drop, winning completely, not to be laid low.

5. This one races with the sun while purifying himself in heaven—
    in the filter he is the exhilarating drink of exhilaration.

6. This one, the tempestuous tawny bull, has flowed in the midspace,
    toward Indra—the drop as it is becoming purified.

1. This one, the prizewinner propelled by men, all-knowing as the lord of mind,
    runs through the sheep’s fleece.

2. This one has flowed into the filter, the soma pressed for the gods,
    entering all their domains.

3. This one, an immortal god, beautifies himself in his womb,
    the smasher of obstacles, best pursuer of the gods.

4. This one, the ever-roaring bull, held by the ten siblings [=fingers],
    runs to the wooden cups.

5. This one, self-purifying, boundless, made the sun shine,
    as the all-knowing one (knowing) all the domains.

6. This one, tempestuous, undeceivable Soma, rushes while being purified,
    pursuing the gods, smashing those who utter evil.

1. His streams have flowed forth, those of the pressed bull, who with his strength
    attends upon the gods in sequence

2. The ritual adepts groom the team—the bards singing with their song
    the one born as the light worthy of hymns.

3. These things are easy to conquer for you as you become purified, o Soma providing outstanding goods.
    Increase the sea that is worthy of hymns.

4. Winning all good things, purify yourself in a stream, Soma.
    Drive hostilities to a single end.

5. Protect us well from the non-giver, from the mere sound of any such a one,
    when we have become free of insult.

6. O drop, in purifying yourself in a stream attract earthly and heavenly wealth.
    Bring here your brilliant tempestuous force.

1. His streams have flowed forth, those of the tempestuous one, into the filter at will.
    While becoming purified, he sends out his speech.

2. The drop, being impelled by the pressers, being groomed, ever roaring,
    raises a call appropriate to Indra.

3. Attract for us tempestuous force that can overcome men, much-craved force consisting of heroes,
    when you purify yourself in a stream, o Soma.

4. Soma, purifying himself in a stream, has flowed forth, beyond (the filter),
    to the wooden cups to take his seat.

5. They impel you, the most honeyed tawny one, in the waters with their stones,
    for Indra to drink, o drop.

6. Press the most honeyed soma for Indra who bears the mace,
    the dear, exhilarating one for his warrior band.

1. The self-purifying soma juices have marched forth rich in purpose.
    They make wealth manifest.

2. Become the increaser of brilliance from heaven and from earth, o drop;
    become the lord of prizes.

3. For you rush the favoring winds, for you the rivers.
    O Soma, they increase your greatness.

4. Swell here, and let bullish power come together for you from all sides, Soma.
    Be at the gathering for the prize.

5. For you, o brown one, the cows have yielded imperishable ghee and milk
    upon the highest back.

6. You—who have good weapons, who are really present, o lord of creation—
    we want your fellowship, o drop.

1. The soma juices, arousing exhilaration, pressed at the rite, have marched forth
    for the fame of our benefactor.

2. Then the maidens of Trita [=fingers] impel him, the tawny one, with the stones,
    the drop for Indra to drink.

3. Then, just as (the lead) wild goose (sets) its flock (to honking), he has made the thought of everyone bellow.
    Like a steed he is anointed [/driven together] with the cows,

4. O Soma, looking down on both (worlds?), like a great wild bird launched in flight you rush,
    settling down on the womb of truth.

5. The cows have lowed to him, like a young woman to her dear lover.
    He has gone to (them?) as to a contest that has been set.

6. Destine brilliant glory for us, both for our benefactors and for me—
    wisdom and fame as our winnings.

1. Forth go the soma juices, attentive to poetic inspiration, like waves of the waters,
    to the wooden (cups) like buffaloes to the woods.

2. To the wooden cups they have flowed, brown and gleaming, in a stream of truth,
    to the prize of cows.

3. Pressed for Indra and Vāyu, for Varuṇa and the Maruts,
    for Viṣṇu, the soma juices rush.

4. The three voices rise up, the milk-cows bellow,
    and the tawny one goes ever roaring.

5. The sacred formulations, youthfully exuberant mothers of truth, have lowed to him.
    They keep grooming the child of heaven.

6. Four seas of wealth for us, Soma, from every direction,
    in the thousands—bring these in purifying yourself.

1. Being pressed, being impelled, the drop rushes forth in its full measure in a stream,
    shattering the fastnesses by its might.

2. Pressed for Indra and Vāyu, for Varuṇa and the Maruts,
    for Viṣṇu, the soma rushes.

3. The bull controlled by bulls, the soma, do they press with stones.
    They milk out its milk with their skill.

4. It becomes the one for Trita to groom; it becomes the drink of exhilaration for Indra.
    The tawny one is anointed with the forms (of milk).

5. They whose mother is Prsni [=Maruts] milk for themselves the cherished oblation dearest to them
    toward the upper surface of truth.

6. These unswerving songs, flowing together, rush to him.
    Bellowing, he has made the milk-cows bellow.

1. Bringing broad wealth for us, o self-purifying one, purify yourself in a stream
    with which you will find the light for us.

2. You drop who set the sea to swaying, who set all in motion, purify yourself
    as the supporter of our wealth with your strength.

3. With you as hero, you possessor of heroes, might we overcome those who give battle.
    Stream toward us what is choice.

4. The drop sends forth (its speech), the prizewinning seer seeking to win the prize,
    finding his commandments to be his weapons.

5. Him who sets speech to swaying do we clothe with songs as he is being purified—
    Soma, the herdsmaster of the people.

6. Under whose commandment all people find support—under that of the master of support
    who brings outstanding goods while he is being purified.

1. He has been let loose like a chariot-horse into the filter, pressed into the two cups.
    The prizewinner has stepped upon the finish-line.

2. As wakeful draft-horse, o Soma, purify yourself, pursuing the gods, beyond (the filter),
    toward the cask dripping with honey.

3. O age-old self-purifying one, make the lights shine forth for us;
    impel us toward will, toward skill.

4. Being beautified by those who seek truth, being groomed in the two hands,
    he purifies himself in the sheep’s fleece.

5. All goods for the pious man—heavenly, earthly, and those of the midspace—
    let Soma bring in purifying himself.

6. O Soma, you mount the back of heaven, seeking cows, seeking horses,
    seeking heroes, o lord of strength.

1. He, the bullish soma, pressed for drinking, rushes into the filter,
    smashing aside the demons, seeking the gods.

2. He, the tawny one, wide-gazing, rushes steadily into the filter,
    continually neighing toward his womb.

3. He, the prizewinner, self-purifying, runs through the luminous realms of heaven,
    through the sheep’s fleece, as demon-smasher.

4. He, purifying himself on the back of Trita along with Trita’s kin [=fingers],
    has made the sun shine.

5. He, the Vr̥tra-smasher, the bull, finding the wide realm when pressed, undeceivable—
    Soma has flowed as if to a prize.

6. He, the god impelled by the poet, runs to the wooden cups—
    the drop with his munificence for Indra.

1. This very one, a bull, a chariot, rushes through the sheep’s fleece,
    going to the thousandfold prize.

2. This tawny one do the maidens of Trita [=fingers] impel with the stones,
    the drop for Indra to drink.

3. This very one do the ten tawny ones keep grooming, hard at work,
    those by whom he is beautified for exhilaration.

4. This very one settles among the human clans like a falcon (on a nest),
    going like a swain to a maiden.

5. This very one, the exhilarating juice, looks down, the child of heaven,
    the drop who entered the fleece.

6. This very one, the tawny one pressed for drinking, rushes steadily,
    neighing toward his own dear womb.

1. You of lofty thought, swiftly rush around through your dear domain,
    to where they will say “(here are) the gods.”

2. Preparing what was not fully prepared, arranging the refreshments for the people,
    stream the rain from heaven all about.

3. Pressed, he goes into the filter, taking on vibrancy with his strength,
    gazing widely, producing wide illumination.

4. Here he is—the one with a rapid course who has flowed widely from heaven into the filter,
    into the swell of the river.

5. Seeking to lure from afar, and also from nearby, the pressed one
    is poured as honey for Indra.

6. United they have roared. They impel the tawny one with the stones,
    (saying,) “Sit in the womb of truth.”

1. Becoming purified, the limitless one has attacked all the scorners.
    They [=poets] beautify the inspired poet with their inspired thoughts.

2. The ruddy one has mounted to the womb; the bull, when pressed, will go to Indra.
    He sits in the steadfast seat.

3. Now for us, o drop, for us all all around, o Soma, attract great wealth
    in thousands, in purifying yourself.

4. O self-purifying Soma, o drop, bring all brilliant things hither;
    you will find refreshments in thousands.

5. Being purified, bring hither wealth and an abundance of heroes to our praise singer;
    strengthen the songs of the singer.

6. Being purified, o drop, bring hither double-lofty wealth—o Soma,
    bullish drop—bring us wealth worthy of hymns.

1. Those who strode forth like cattle—frenzied, turbulent, unruly,
    smashing away the black skin [=Dasyus]—

2. We will bring to mind the easy passage (of Soma), beyond the snare difficult to navigate [=the curly fleece filter],
    we having overcome the Dasyu who follows no commandment.

3. A roar like that of rain is heard—the roar of the self-purifying tempestuous one.
    Lightning flashes roam in heaven.

4. O drop, in purifying yourself attract great refreshment and wealth in cattle, in gold,
    in horses, and in prizes, when you are pressed.

5. Purify yourself, limitless one. Fill the two great world-halves
    as Dawn does, as the sun does with its rays.

6. O Soma, flow for us in a protecting stream all around on all sides,
    like (the heavenly river) Rasā, along the upper surface (of the filter).

1. Begetting the luminous realms of heaven, begetting the sun in the waters,
    clothing himself in cows, in the waters—the tawny one—

2. He, by means of an age-old thought, a god from among the gods,
    purifies himself in a stream, when pressed.

3. For the ever-increasing victor [=Indra] to win the prize, they purify themselves—
    the thousand-faceted soma juices.

4. Milking out his age-old milk, he is poured around into the filter.
    Roaring, he has begotten the gods.

5. Toward all desirable things, toward the gods who become strong through truth.
    Soma rushes while he is being purified.

6. O Soma, when you are pressed, bring us (wealth) in cattle, in heroes, in horses and prizes,
    and lofty refreshments in purifying yourself.

1. The one who is groomed like a steed with cows [=milk], for exhilaration, the delightful one—
    him do we clothe with hymns.

2. Him do all our hymns, seeking aid, beautify in the ancient way—
    the drop for Indra to drink.

3. While being purified, he makes his journey—the delightful Soma, adorned with the hymns
    of the inspired poet Medhyatithi.

4. Self-purifying Soma, for us find very beautiful wealth
    of a thousand lusters, o drop.

5. The drop, like a steed running for the prize, keeps neighing in the filter,
    when he has overflowed it, in search of the gods.

6. Purify yourself for prizewinning, for the strengthening of the inspired poet who hymns you.
    Soma, give us an abundance of heroes.

1. O drop, you rush forth for our great extension, like (a river) bearing a wave,
    irrepressible, toward the gods.

2. Soma is impelled in the distance, delighted by the thought, impelled by the insight
    of the inspired poet—(Soma himself) a sage poet—in a stream.

3. This one, wakeful among the gods, goes pressed into the filter.
    Soma the limitless is making his journey.

4. Purify yourself for us, seeking prizes, making the dear ceremony your own.
    The one with the ritual grass [=priest] seeks to lure (you) here.

5. He whose heroes are poets, growing ever stronger for Bhaga, for Vāyu—
    Soma will guide us to the gods.

6. You who find the will, who best find the way—in order to give us goods today,
    win the prize and lofty praise.

1. Having your gaze on men, purify yourself for exhilaration, for the pursuit of the gods,
    o drop, and for Indra to drink.

2. Rush on your mission for us—you spill out for Indra—
    rush to the gods for us, your comrades, at will.

3. And we anoint you, the ruddy one, with cows for exhilaration.
    Open up the doors for wealth for us.

4. He has stepped beyond the filter, like a prize-seeking (horse) the chariot-pole on its course.
    The drop plays the lord among the gods.

5. His comrades cried out in unison to him as he was playing in the wood(en vessel), beyond the sheep [=fleece].
    To the drop the roars have roared.

6. Purify yourself in that stream in which, once drunk, you will gaze out upon
    an abundance of heroes for your praiser, o drop.

1. They have been released to pursue the gods, like steeds that get results,
    flowing, grown strong in the mountains.

2. The drops, adorned like a maiden with her patrimony,
    the soma drinks have been released to Vāyu.

3. These soma juices, the drops, dispensing delight when pressed in the cup,
    strengthen Indra along with the (ritual) activities.

4. Rinse it, you (fingers) of good hands; grasp the two (soma drinks), the stirred and the pure.
    Mix the exhilarating one with cows.

5. Purify yourself, you winner of stakes, as provider of great bounty
    and as pathfinder for us, o Soma.

6. The ten fingers groom this one worth grooming, the self-purifying
    exhilarating drink of exhilaration for Indra.

1. Through this good ritual performance Soma has waxed strong even over the great ones.
    Becoming exhilarated, he up and acts the bull.

2. His deeds done and to be done, crushing the Dasyus, are conspicuous,
    and the bold one exacts recompense for debts.

3. Then Soma, the sap destined for Indra, becomes a mace winning thousands,
    when a hymn is born for him.

4. Himself a sage poet, he seeks a treasure for the inspired poet at (the hands of) the distributor,
    as he keeps grooming his insightful thoughts.

5. Desirous of winning riches, as of winning chargers at prize-contests,
    you are among those who are victorious in the raids.

1. You who bear your manly powers among the seats of great heaven
    we implore for something dear through this good ritual performance—

2. You who have encoiled the bold and are worthy of hymns, having very great commandments, exhilarating,
    eager to break a hundred strongholds.

3. From there, from heaven, the unfaltering falcon brought
    you, the king, to wealth, o strong-willed one.

4. It was for everyone to see the sun that the bird brought you as one (to be) held in common,
    the herdsman of truth, crossing through the airy realm.

5. And now, being impelled, he has acquired more eminent greatness, appropriate to Indra,
    as the limitless creator of superiority.

1. Purify yourself, bringing rain to us, a wave of waters from heaven,
    lofty refreshments free from disease.

2. Purify yourself in that stream by which the people’s cows
    will come here, right up to our house.

3. Purify yourself in a stream as ghee, you who best pursue the gods at the sacrifices;
    for us bring rain through purification.

4. For our nourishment run through the fleecy filter in a stream,
    for the gods will surely listen!

5. Purifying himself, he has flowed, constantly smashing away demons,
    making the lights light up as of old.

1. Your snortings rise up like the roar of the wave of a river.
    Spur on the wheel-rim of the music.

2. At your stimulus there rise up three voices ready for combat [/seeking bounty],
    when you go onto the back of the sheep.

3. On the sheep’s fleece with stones they drive the dear tawny one around,
    purifying himself, dripping with honey.

4. Purify yourself in a stream in the filter, you most exhilarating poet,
    to sit in the womb of chant.

5. Purify yourself, most exhilarating one, being anointed with cows as ointments [/through the nights],
    o drop, for Indra to drink.

1. O Adhvaryu, send the soma, pressed by stones, surging into the filter.
    Purify it for Indra to drink.

2. The highest beestings of heaven, the most honeyed soma—
    press it for Indra who bears the mace.

3. Of your stalk, of your honey, o drop, do these gods eat;
    of you, the self-purifying one, do the Maruts.

4. For you, Soma, are strengthening when you are pressed for fervent exhilaration,
    to help the praiser, you bull.

5. O wide-gazing one, pressed in a stream, rush into the filter
    to the prize of victory and to fame.

1. Heaven-ruling, gaining wealth, bringing a prize to us with your stalk,
    being pressed, rush around into the filter.

2. Along your age-old routes, around onto the sheep’s fleece, the dear one
    drives, a thousand streams in extent.

3. The one who is like a pot, give him a shove; give a shove to the one who doesn’t give on his own, o drop.
    Give him a shove with your strokes, you striker.

4. (Strike) down the bluster of those people, o much-invoked drop,
    of anyone who takes aim at us.

5. With a hundred forms of help for us, o drop, or with a thousand gleaming (soma drinks),
    purify yourself, readying wealth.

1. Your blasts have arisen, splitting the demonic power, you possessor of the stone.
    Push aside the challengers all around

2. With this (insightful thought), slamming down with strength when chariots clash and a prize is set,
    I will praise with fearless heart.

3. The commandments of this self-purifying one cannot be ventured against by one of bad insight.
    Break the one who battles you.

4. Into the rivers they impel him who arouses exhilaration, the tawny one who seeks the prize,
    the drop exhilarating to Indra.

1. In accord with the age-old brilliance of this one, they have milked the gleaming, immoderate
    milk from the seer who wins thousands.

2. This one is a sight like the sun; this one runs to the lakes,
    along the seven slopes, to heaven.

3. This one, being purified, stands above all beings
    like the Sun-god: he is Soma.

4. To pursue the gods for us, you rush around the prizes consisting of cows,
    being purified, o drop, seeking Indra.

1. Stream around to us grain upon grain, fruiting upon fruiting with your stalk,
    o Soma, and all the gifts of good fortune.

2. O drop, just as there is praise of you (now), just as (the honey) has been born from your stalk,
    (so) sit down on the dear ritual grass.

3. And as cow-finder for us, horse-finder, purify yourself, Soma, with your stalk
    through the days soonest to come.

4. Who conquers and is not conquered, who smashes his rival on just confronting him—
    as such a one, purify yourself, o winner of thousands.

1. Swift Soma, as lofty truth, rushes about in the filter,
    smashing apart the demons, seeking the gods,

2. When Soma rushes toward the prize, as a hundred hardworking streams,
    entering fellowship with Indra.

3. The ten young women have cried out to you, like a maiden to her lover.
    You are groomed, o Soma, for winning.

4. You, o drop, the sweet one—flow around for Indra, for Viṣṇu.
    Protect the superior men, the praisers from difficult straits.

1. Your streams go forth inexhaustible, like rains from heaven,
    to the thousandfold prize.

2. Toward the dear (products of) poetic skill, observing all does he rush,
    the tawny one brandishing his weapons.

3. Constantly being groomed by the Āyus, keeping his commandments like a vassal (or) a king,
    like a falcon he sits in the wood(en vessel)s.

4. All goods from heaven and from the earth
    bring hither to us, while being purified, o drop.

1. In crossing, the invigorating one runs, the stream of the pressed stalk.
    - In crossing, the invigorating one runs.

2. The ruddy goddess knows of the goods, of the help of the mortal.
    - In crossing, the invigorating one runs.

3. At (the hands of) Dhvasra and Puruṣanti we take thousands.
    - In crossing, the invigorating one runs.

4. At (the hands of) those two we take thirty and thousands in extent	.
    - In crossing, the invigorating one runs

1. Purify yourself, Soma, as cow-winner, horse-winner, all-winner, joy-winner.
    Bring here a treasure consisting of offspring.

2. Purify yourself undeceivable for the waters; purify yourself for the plants;
    purify yourself for the Holy Places.

3. Purifying yourself, Soma, cross all difficult passages.
    As poet sit down on the ritual grass.

4. Self-purifying one, you find the sun; on just being born, you became great.
    Drop, you dominate all.

1. Sing forth with a song to the boundless self-purifying one,
    the drop with a thousand eyes.

2. You, possessing a thousand eyes and bringing a thousand presents,
    they have purified across the fleece.

3. Across the fleeces the self-purifying one has streamed. He runs into the tubs,
    entering the heart of Indra.

4. For the generosity of Indra, purify yourself as luck, o boundless Soma.
    Bring here semen providing offspring.

1. Flow around in pursuit (of him) who amid your raptures, o drop,
    smashed down the nine and ninety—

2. (Smashed down) the strongholds in one day for the one whose thought is to the point, (smashed down) Śambara	for Divodāsa,
    and as for that Turvasa and Yadu ...

3. Stream around to us horseflesh, as horse-finder, and (wealth) in cattle and gold, o drop,
    and thousandfold refreshments.

4. While you are purifying yourself, while you are flooding the filter, we
    choose your companionship.

5. Your waves that flow into the filter in a stream—
    with them be gracious to us, Soma.

6. Being purified, bring us wealth and refreshment consisting of heroes,
    while you hold sway everywhere, o Soma.

7. Just him do the ten fingers groom, him whose mother is the river(s).
    He has been reckoned among the Adityas.

8. Pressed, he goes into the filter, uniting with Indra and Vāyu,
    uniting with the rays of the sun.

9. Purify yourself for us, honeyed for Bhaga, for Vāyu, for Pūṣan,
    dear to Mitra and Varuṇa.

10. It was born high above from your stalk; though it was in heaven, on earth it took for itself
    mighty shelter and great fame.

11. Seeking to gain all the brilliant things of humans from the stranger,
    with it we shall win them.

12. Flow around for worshipful Indra, for Varuṇa, for the Maruts,
    finding a wide realm for us.

13. Up to the one who, just born, crosses the waters, breaking through, adorned by cows—
    up to the drop have the gods traveled.

14. Only him let our hymns strengthen, as (cows) who share their young do a calf—
    him who gains the heart of Indra.

15. Rush as weal for our cow, Soma; milk out swelling refreshment.
    Increase the sea, worthy of hymns.

16. Purifying himself he has begotten thunder dazzling like that of heaven
    and the lofty light belonging to all men.

17. When you are purifying yourself, o king, your sap, the exhilarating drink that brings no misfortune,
    rushes through the sheep’s fleece.

18. Self-purifying one, your potent sap shines forth brilliant,
    as light for everyone to see the sun.

19. Your exhilarating drink that is worthy to be chosen, with that stalk purify yourself,
    pursuing the gods, smashing those who utter evil.

20. Smashing Vr̥tra the hostile, winning the prize every day,
    you are a winner of cows and of horses.

21. Become a ruddy (bull) mingling with milk-cows as if with (ladies) with lovely laps,
    sitting like a falcon on your womb.

22. Purify yourself, you who helped Indra to smash Vr̥tra,
    who was obstructing the great waters.

23. Might we of good heroes win the stakes, o Soma the rewarder.
    Becoming purified, strengthen our hymns.

24. Aided by you, with your help, might we be combative against hindrances.
    O Soma, be watchful over the commandments.

25. Smashing away the scorners, away the ungenerous, Soma purifies himself,
    going to the rendezvous with Indra.

26. Bring great wealth here to us, self-purifying one; smash the scorners.
    Give glory in heroes, o drop.

27. A hundred crooks [/wool tufts] will never confound you when you are eager to give largesse,
    when you, becoming purified, do battle [/act bounteously].

28. Purify yourself, o drop, when you, the bull, are pressed. Make us glorious among the people.
    Smash away all hatreds.

29. In the companionship of you here, in your highest brilliance, o drop, might we
    overcome those who do battle.

30. Your fearful sharp weapons, which exist to injure,
    (with them) guard us from the insult of anyone at all.

1. These drops have surged, swift across the filter,
    toward all gifts of good fortune

2. The prize-seekers, smashing apart the many obstacles to progress, making the ways easy going for our offspring
    and for our steed by their own extension,

3. Making a wide realm for the cow, they rush toward the lovely praise hymn,
    toward lasting refreshment for us

4. The plant has been pressed in the waters for exhilaration, the potent one abiding on a mountain.
    Like a falcon he has sat on his womb.

5. The beautiful stalk coveted by the gods—(the soma) rinsed in the waters, pressed by men—
    do the cows sweeten with their milk.

6. Then, like drivers a horse, they have beautified him for the immortal,
    the sap of honey for joint revelry.

7. Your streams dripping with honey, which have surged for our aid, o drop,
    with them you have sat down on the filter.

8. Rush, for Indra to drink, across the sheep’s fleece,
    sitting on your womb, in the wooden (vessels).

9. You, o drop, stream around—sweetest for the Angirases,
    finding a wide realm—to the ghee, the milk.

10. Here has the limitless one been established; purifying himself, he takes note of
    lofty friendship while being impelled.

11. This bull following his bullish commandments, purifying himself; smashing malediction,
    will provide goods for the pious.

12. In purifying yourself bring wealth in thousands of cows and of horses,
    much gleaming, much craved.

13. This one here is poured in circles, being continually groomed by the Āyus,
    the wide-going one with a poet’s purpose.

14. Possessing a thousand forms of help, a hundred bounties, measurer of the airy realm, poet—
    the exhilarating drink purifies himself for Indra.

15. Born on a mountain [/begotten by a hymn], praised here, the drop is placed for Indra,
    a bird in his womb, as if in a nest.

16. Purifying himself, pressed by men, Soma has flowed, as if to a prize,
    to sit in the cups, through his mastery.

17. They yoke him to the three-backed, three-seated chariot, to drive,
    yoking him by means of the seven visionary thoughts of the seven seers.

18. O pressers, impel the swift one to drive for the prize—the winner of spoils,
    the tawny prize-seeker.

19. Pressed, entering the tub, rushing to all that is glorious,
    he stands among the cows like a champion.

20. The Āyus milk your milk for exhilaration, o drop;
    the gods (milk) honey for the gods.

21. Into the filter send our soma, the most honeyed
    for the gods, the most audible to the gods.

22. These soma juices, while being hymned, have surged for great fame
    in a stream of most exhilarating (soma).

23. You rush to pursue bovine (goods) and manly powers, while being purified.
    Winning the prizes, flow around.

24. And rush to all our refreshments provided with cows, encircled with rhythm,
    while being hymned by Jamadagni.

25. Purify yourself, Soma, with your bright help, going at the forefront of speech
    toward all products of poetic skill.

26. You—going at the forefront, rousing the waters of the sea and the speeches—
    purify yourself, o you who set everything in motion.

27. For you, o poet, do these worlds here take their stand, for your greatness, o Soma;
    for you do the rivers rush.

28. Like rains from heaven your streams go forth inexhaustible,
    toward the gleaming underlayer.

29. For Indra purify the drop, the strong one bringing success to skill,
    the lord whose largesse is worth pursuing.

30. Self-purifying Soma, the entruthed poet, has sat in the filter,
    establishing for the praiser an abundance of heroes.

1. In purifying yourself, o Soma, bring wealth in thousands and an abundance of good heroes;
    secure our claims to fame for us.

2. You swell refreshment and nourishment; most exhilarating for Indra,
    you sit down here in the cups.