1
The Soma juice drops flow onward, driven by this powerful stream.
2
It is poured to Indra, Varuṇa, Vāyu, and the host of Maruts, To Viṣṇu, the Soma juice flows.
3
With stones they press the Soma, guided by the strong one, They milk it out with skill.
4
He who must refine Trita, he who will make Indra glad: The Tawny One adorned with colors.
5
His sons milk him, the dwelling place of sacrifice, Lovely and dear, the offering.
6
To him, in a single, straight-forward stream, These songs flow forward, loud-voiced, He makes the cows low with song.