O Soma, wise and radiant, you surge forth, pressed and purified through the filters by devoted hands. As you advance, you bring strength and renown to your worshippers. Flowing swiftly, your shining juice surrounds the sage Bharadvāja, enveloping him in your essence as you pass through the sacred sieve. With ancient, unbroken paths, beloved Soma, you pour forth in a thousand streams, your bounty undiminished. Like a generous friend, you bestow gifts; like a mighty giver, you arm your devotees with protection and plenty. When adversaries rise against us, you, much-invoked Indu, cast down their strength and shield your faithful from harm. With a hundred, even a thousand pure aids, you flow forth, Soma, bringing abundant wealth to those who honor you. Your powers awaken, shattering the strength of demons and driving away all who oppose the righteous. In contests of chariots and the pursuit of riches, your might prevails, and the fearless heart sings your praise. No one can withstand your ordinances, O purifier. You break the will of those who contend against you. The priests urge you onward, exhilarating and tawny, swift as the wind, as the spirited draught for mighty Indra. The ancient, shining essence of Soma is milked by tireless hands—the thousand-streamed seer, brilliant and wise. Like the sun, you behold all directions, running through your channels and ascending the seven paths to the heavens. Purified, you stand above all worlds, a god in your own right, not the sun, yet resplendent. For our divine aid, Soma, you flow around us, bringing wealth, cattle, and blessings, purified for Indra’s delight. Pour forth nourishment again and again, O Soma, granting us every good fortune. As your praises are sung and your juice is pressed, settle upon the sacred grass, your beloved seat. Flow for us, Soma, with your juice, granting swift horses and plentiful cows, your gifts ever increasing with each day. Unconquered and victorious, you strike down foes without fear; may you ever flow, triumphant by the thousands. Soma, swift and vast, you flow through the filter in accordance with truth, driving away demons with your divine nature. When you flow for strength, with a hundred unceasing streams, you enter Indra’s friendship, bringing his favor to your devotees. Ten maidens, like yearning brides, purify you for the feast, and you flow sweetly for Indra and Vishnu, protecting the singers and all men from harm. Your streams rush forth like rains from the sky, bearing us toward prizes rich in horses and cattle. Seeing all beautiful hymns, you flow on, tawny one, stirring your weapons for victory. Purified by your powers, you sit like a kingly elephant, resolute and majestic, or like a falcon perched high upon the pole. May you bring us all treasures from heaven and earth, O Soma, the precious drop. Exhilarating and swift, you rush forth, the stream of pressed juice. The dawn knows your hymn, pronounced aloud, and the wealth of mortals, the goddess of riches, moves swiftly, shining gently across the world. From the two shining ones, we bestow thousands; the dawn, ever swift and gentle, brings her gifts. From these, we give thirty offspring and thousands more, as the dawn continues her radiant journey. Flow, Soma, conqueror of cows and horses, conqueror in all things and in battle, bringing treasures rich in offspring. Flow for the undeceivable, for the plants, for the wise women. Purified, you cross over all evils; as a sage, you rest upon the sacred grass, bringing light and greatness as you are born, approaching all things, O Indu. Sing with the Gayatri meter to the purified, wise one, to Indu with a thousand eyes, who, with boundless strength, helps his devotees cross all barriers. Purified, you rush toward the vessels, entering Indra’s heart, bringing his favor and wealth rich with offspring. Flow around us with this filter, O Indu, who delights in the sacred intoxication; you have brought down the nine mighty rivers. In a single moment, for the sake of Divodasa, you destroyed Shambara, and then Turvasha and Yadu, demonstrating your unmatched power and grace. Thus, Soma, ever-pure and victorious, you flow—bestowing strength, protection, and abundance upon all who honor and invoke you.