The Cow, renowned Mother of the wealthy Maruts, pours her milk: Both Maruts’ horses of the chariots are yoked—
She in whose bosom all the gods, and Sun and Moon for men to see, Uphold their eternal laws.
This all the devout sing to us, and sacred poets evermore: The Maruts to the Soma-drinking
Here is the Soma ready pressed by the Maruts, of which The Aśvins also drink, self-luminous.
Moreover, purified, set in three places, fruitful, Drink Varuṇa, Mitra, Aryaman.
And Indra, like a Herald Priest, eager for the milk’s juice, Early at dawn will quaff it.
When did the Princes shine and glow through waters like against foes? When do they rush whose might is pure?
What favor do I claim today from you, Great Deities, you who are Wonderfully splendid within yourselves?
I call, to drink the Soma, those Maruts who spread all realms of earth And luminous regions of the sky.
You, pure in your might, you, O Maruts, I invoke From heaven to drink this Somajuice.
The Maruts, those who upheld and supported the heavens and earth apart, I call to drink this Soma juice.
That valiant band of Maruts dwelling in the mountains, I Invoke to drink this Soma juice.