Pleasant to Indra, Mitra, Pūṣan, Bhaga, your taste, Soma, with your flowing stream, move forward.
May Indra drink, O Soma, of your juice for wisdom, and all Deities for strength.
So flow you on as bright celestial juice, flow to the vast, immortal dwelling-place.
Flow onward, Soma, as a mighty sea, as Father of the Gods to every form.
Flow on, O Soma, radiant for the Gods and Heaven and Earth, bless our progeny.
You, bright Juice, sustain the sky; flow, mighty, in accordance with true Law.
Soma, flow splendid with your copious stream through the great fleece as in the olden time.
May the Light-finder make all blessings flow, joyful and purified, led by men.
Indu, while keeping the people safe, will give us all possessions for our own.
Flow on for wisdom, Soma, and for power, as a strong courser bathed, to win the prize.
The pressers purify this juice of thine, the Soma, for delight, and lofty fame.
They deck the Gold-hued Infant, newlyborn, even Soma, Indu, in the sieve for Gods.
Fair Indu has flowed on for rapturous joy, Sage for good fortune in the waters' lap.
He bears the beauteous name of Indra, with which he overcame all demon foes.
All Deities are wont to drink of him, pressed by the men and blent with milk and curds.
He has flowed forth with thousand streams effused, flowed through the filter and the sheep's long wool.
With endless genial flow the Strong runs, purified by the waters, blent with milk.
Pressed out with stones, directed by the men, go forth, O Soma, into Indra's throat.
The mighty Soma with a thousand streams is poured to Indra through the cleansing sieve.
Indu they balm with pleasant milky juice for Indra, for the Steer, for his delight.
Lightly, for shine, they cleanse thee for the Gods, gold-coloured, wearing water as thy robe.
Indu to Indra streams, yes, downward streams, Strong, flowing to