For you, this Soma is poured out, O Indra; drink this juice; for you, the stream flows— Soma, which you yourself have made and chosen, just for your special drink to cheer you.
It’s like a spacious chariot, Mighty One; to gain abundant treasures. In the sacrifice, they celebrate all victories won in Nahusa’s battles.
Like Vāyu with his team, moving at will, most gracious when invoked like both Nāsatyas, You are like the Wealth-Giver, Soma! Granting all boons, like Pūṣa, song-inspiring.
Like Indra who has done great deeds, you, Soma, are the slayer of Vṛtras, Fort-destroyer. Like the horse of Pedu who killed serpent broods, thus you, O Soma, slay every Dasyu.
Like Agni released among the forest, fiercely he wins glory in the running waters. Like one who fights, the roar of the mighty, thus Soma Pavamana sends his flow.
These Somas passing through the fleece-filter, like rain from heaven’s clouds, Have been poured into the beakers, swiftly like rivers running to the sea.
Flow on like the powerful band of Maruts, like that celestial host none reviles. Be gracious to us quickly like waters, like victorious sacrifice, thousand-formed.
Your are King Varuṇa’s eternal laws, lofty and deep, O Soma, your glory. All-pure you are like Mitra the beloved, adorable, like Aryaman, O Soma.