Move toward Indra's mouth, adorned beautifully, the Soma waves as he purifies himself, When they, brought forward with the sweet milk of cows, are poured out, cheer the hero to give his gifts.
Soma flows hither to the cups, like a chariot horse, a swift steed on its way. Thus, knowing both the generations, he earns the rights and dues of gods from here and there.
May you cleanse yourself, O Soma, spread wealth upon us; Indu, grant great abundance as a generous king. Grant life and wisdom to prosperity; do not scatter our household possessions far away.
Let Pūṣan, Varuṇa, Mitra, bountiful, in harmony, The Maruts, Aśvins, Vāyu, and Bṛhaspati, Savitar, Tvaṣṭar, tractable Sarasvatī, All the gods in Pavamana take delight: Heaven and Earth, the pair that invigorates, Bhaga who blesses men, the vast sky—may all the gods in Pavamana find joy.
Both Heaven and Earth, the pair that invigorates, Vidhatar, Aditi, and Aryaman the god, Bhaga who blesses men, the spacious Firmament—may all the gods in Pavamana find favor.