Soma, the radiant god, is pressed and purified, his golden juice shining like the sun as it is poured into sacred vessels. Through the unceasing stream of law, his bright and noble powers flow forth, bringing with them strength rich in cattle. The pressed Somas, with their curdled heads, are filtered for Indra, the mighty wielder of the thunderbolt, readying themselves to offer exhilaration most pleasing to the gods. The swift, tawny ones cleanse Soma in the waters, making him exhilarating for Indra. Flowing with sweetness, Soma moves through the filters, bringing wealth and joy. He is golden, accompanied by horses, cattle, and heroes, bestowing strength abundant in cattle. The most exhilarating Soma is poured out for Indra, like a champion among prizes, passing through the fleecy filters. Sages, with their concentrated thoughts, purify the poet—Soma himself—seeking his help. As they do, the mighty one bellows and appears, his presence strong and unmistakable. The wise proclaim Soma’s abundant power, streaming forth as the very river of immortality. Soma flows with divine life, his exhilaration reaching Indra and ascending to Vayu, ever faithful to his law. Delighting in wealth and fame, Soma, beloved and radiant, enters the cosmic ocean. As he flows, he drives away enemies, wise and eager, casting aside those who are not divine. His bright and swift drops stream forth, encompassing all acts of wisdom and striking down hostile forces. From the sky and the atmosphere, Soma pours down upon the summit of the earth. Purifying Soma, Indu, holds back all failures and destroys the demons with wisdom and strength. Roaring and bellowing, he drives away dark forces, bringing forth the highest, most radiant power. To his worshippers, Soma grants treasures both celestial and earthly—all things desirable. Mighty Soma, you are steadfast and radiant, upholding great laws. Your might, strength, delight, and exhilaration are all supreme; truly, you are mighty among the mighty. Like a powerful horse, you bellow and unite the cows, increasing wealth from afar. The swift Somas flow forth, winning cows and horses, shining with heroic vigor. Living by truth, Soma’s streams are cleansed between the hands, flowing in an unchanging current. May these Somas—divine, earthly, and of the midspace—flow for the worshipper. The all-knowing Soma pours his streams like the rays of the sun, making a banner across the sky and moving through all forms, swelling like the ocean in his might. As he flows, Soma seeks the sacred speech, crying aloud like the Sun, conscious and dear to the sages. Entering the filter, he sets free the horse like a skilled charioteer. His divine wave circles the filter and settles in the womb of truth. May this most pleasing exhilaration flow for us through the filter, ready for Indra to drink. Soma purifies himself for strength, his radiant stream cleansed by the wise, bringing his brilliance to the cows. As the singer purifies Soma, he creates a path of strength for the people, releasing the swift one with the tawny steeds. Bestower of gifts to the gods, Soma shines as he goes forth to Indra’s dwelling, accompanied by the swift. Impelled, the drops rush swiftly toward the ocean, guided by thought, coming together and reaching the womb of truth. Soma, powerful one, surround us with all treasures by your might and shelter us with protection rich in heroes. The sacred fire measures out the seed and fixes the step with the singers when placed in the ocean. When the swift one sits in the golden womb of truth, he abandons those without understanding. The wise long for him who is to be known; the conscious wait in anticipation, while the unconscious fall away. For Indra and the Maruts, Soma, purify yourself, most sweet, as you sit in the womb of truth.