Flow onward, Soma, flow to bring prosperity: cleansed by the men, invest thee with the milky draught.
Pressed by the stones, with hymns, and graciously inclined, illuminating both the Parents, Heaven and Earth,
The milky streams of sacrifice have sung to him: he of the triple height shines brightly through the mornings.
The Mighty and Far-seeing One hath mounted now the mighty Sūrya's car which moves to every side.
Sending forth flashes he hath bellowed to the jars, led by the men into the golden reservoir.
The Speaker, unassailable Master of this hymn, the Tongue of sacrifice pours forth the pleasant meath.
Within the lustrous region of the heavens the Son makes the third secret name of Mother and of Sire.