प्र देवमच्छा मधुमन्त इन्दवोऽसिष्यदन्त गाव आ न धेनवः । बर्हिषदो वचनावन्त ऊधभिः परिस्रुतमुस्रिया निर्णिजं धिरे
The sweet drops, like cows, have flowed toward the god, as milch-kine to their calf; settling on the sacred grass, with speech and with vessels, the bright ones have placed the pure, unsullied offering.
स रोरुवदभि पूर्वा अचिक्रददुपारुहः श्रथयन्स्वादते हरिः । तिरः पवित्रं परियन्नुरु ज्रयो नि शर्याणि दधते देव आ वरम्
He roared aloud, surpassing the former ones, the tawny one, delighting, ascended, loosening what is sweet; passing through the filter, circling with wide might, the god lays down his darts, seeking the best.
वि यो ममे यम्या संयती मदः साकंवृधा पयसा पिन्वदक्षिता । मही अपारे रजसी विवेविददभिव्रजन्नक्षितं पाज आ ददे
He who measures out the twin yamas, the mingled draught, swells together with milk, the wise one; he has distinguished the great, boundless realms, advancing, he bestows unfailing strength.
स मातरा विचरन्वाजयन्नपः प्र मेधिरः स्वधया पिन्वते पदम् । अंशुर्यवेन पिपिशे यतो नृभिः सं जामिभिर्नसते रक्षते शिरः
He, moving with his mothers, winning riches, the wise one, swells his path with his own power; the drop, adorned with barley, where men purify, sits with his kin, protecting the head.
सं दक्षेण मनसा जायते कविरृतस्य गर्भो निहितो यमा परः । यूना ह सन्ता प्रथमं वि जज्ञतुर्गुहा हितं जनिम नेममुद्यतम्
With skill and mind is born the sage, the embryo of truth, set by the restrainers; though young, they were the first to be born, hidden in secret, their birth not yet arisen.
मन्द्रस्य रूपं विविदुर्मनीषिणः श्येनो यदन्धो अभरत्परावतः । तं मर्जयन्त सुवृधं नदीष्वाँ उशन्तमंशुं परियन्तमृग्मियम्
The wise have discerned the form of the delightful one, when the falcon brought the drop from afar; they cleanse him, ever-growing, in the rivers, the most eager drop, circling, fit for the hymn.
त्वां मृजन्ति दश योषणः सुतं सोम ऋषिभिर्मतिभिर्धीतिभिर्हितम् । अव्यो वारेभिरुत देवहूतिभिर्नृभिर्यतो वाजमा दर्षि सातये
You, Soma, ten maidens cleanse, the pressed one, set by the seers with thoughts and prayers; with waters, with coverings, and with divine invocations, men, where you see wealth, for attainment.
परिप्रयन्तं वय्यं सुषंसदं सोमं मनीषा अभ्यनूषत स्तुभः । यो धारया मधुमाँ ऊर्मिणा दिव इयर्ति वाचं रयिषाळमर्त्यः
The wise have praised Soma, the good companion, the well-lauded, as he moves around; who, with a honeyed wave, by his flow, raises his voice, the immortal, rich in treasures.
अयं दिव इयर्ति विश्वमा रजः सोमः पुनानः कलशेषु सीदति । अद्भिर्गोभिर्मृज्यते अद्रिभिः सुतः पुनान इन्दुर्वरिवो विदत्प्रियम्
This Soma raises his voice to the whole expanse of heaven, purified, he sits in the vessels; washed with waters, with cows, pressed by stones, purified, the drop, Soma, finds the beloved path.
एवा नः सोम परिषिच्यमानो वयो दधच्चित्रतमं पवस्व । अद्वेषे द्यावापृथिवी हुवेम देवा धत्त रयिमस्मे सुवीरम्
So, Soma, as you are poured, grant us the most splendid vigor; may we invoke the undivided Heaven and Earth, O gods, bestow wealth and heroic sons upon us.
इषुर्न धन्वन्प्रति धीयते मतिर्वत्सो न मातुरुप सर्ज्यूधनि । उरुधारेव दुहे अग्र आयत्यस्य व्रतेष्वपि सोम इष्यते
As an arrow is fitted to the bow, so is the thought directed to the offering; as a calf to its mother in the stall, Soma is sought in the rites, as a cow with abundant milk yields the first stream.
उपो मतिः पृच्यते सिच्यते मधु मन्द्राजनी चोदते अन्तरासनि । पवमानः संतनिः प्रघ्नतामिव मधुमान्द्रप्सः परि वारमर्षति
The thought approaches, is poured out, sweet and melodious, it stirs within the vessel. Purified, flowing, Soma spreads, like one who strikes, the sweet, rich drops pass through the filter.
अव्ये वधूयुः पवते परि त्वचि श्रथ्नीते नप्तीरदितेरृतं यते । हरिरक्रान्यजतः संयतो मदो नृम्णा शिशानो महिषो न शोभते
The bridegroom flows around the skin, loosening it, the offspring of Aditi, striving for truth. The tawny one, harnessed, born of sacrifice, controlled, with strength, shines like a mighty bull.
उक्षा मिमाति प्रति यन्ति धेनवो देवस्य देवीरुप यन्ति निष्कृतम् । अत्यक्रमीदर्जुनं वारमव्ययमत्कं न निक्तं परि सोमो अव्यत
The bull bellows, the cows approach, the divine ones go to the place of the god. Soma has crossed the bright filter, the unfailing barrier, like a garment washed, he spreads out.
अमृक्तेन रुशता वाससा हरिरमर्त्यो निर्णिजानः परि व्यत । दिवस्पृष्ठं बर्हणा निर्णिजे कृतोपस्तरणं चम्वोर्नभस्मयम्
With immortal, shining garment, the tawny, undying one, purified, spreads out. He has touched the heights of heaven, with his seat prepared, the cloud’s covering, woven from the sky.
सूर्यस्येव रश्मयो द्रावयित्नवो मत्सरासः प्रसुपः साकमीरते । तन्तुं ततं परि सर्गास आशवो नेन्द्रादृते पवते धाम किं चन
Like the rays of the sun, swift, eager, full of desire, they move together. The threads are stretched, the streams flow around, nothing is purified without Indra’s abode.
सिन्धोरिव प्रवणे निम्न आशवो वृषच्युता मदासो गातुमाशत । शं नो निवेशे द्विपदे चतुष्पदेऽस्मे वाजाः सोम तिष्ठन्तु कृष्टयः
Like the currents in a river’s descent, the streams, driven by strength, rush to their goal. May Soma bring us blessing in our dwelling, for two-footed and four-footed; may wealth and people abide with us.
आ नः पवस्व वसुमद्धिरण्यवदश्वावद्गोमद्यवमत्सुवीर्यम् । यूयं हि सोम पितरो मम स्थन दिवो मूर्धानः प्रस्थिता वयस्कृतः
Purify for us, Soma, wealth with gold, horses, cattle, barley, and mighty strength. For you, Soma, are the fathers of mine, standing on the summit of heaven, creators of life.
एते सोमाः पवमानास इन्द्रं रथा इव प्र ययुः सातिमच्छ । सुताः पवित्रमति यन्त्यव्यं हित्वी वव्रिं हरितो वृष्टिमच्छ
These purified Somas have gone forth to Indra, like chariots to victory. Pressed, they move through the filter unhindered, leaving the enclosure, the tawny ones go to the rain.
इन्दविन्द्राय बृहते पवस्व सुमृळीको अनवद्यो रिशादाः । भरा चन्द्राणि गृणते वसूनि देवैर्द्यावापृथिवी प्रावतं नः
Flow, Soma, for Indra the mighty, gentle, faultless, bestower of gifts. Bring shining treasures for the singer; may heaven and earth, with the gods, protect us.
त्रिरस्मै सप्त धेनवो दुदुह्रे सत्यामाशिरं पूर्व्ये व्योमनि । चत्वार्यन्या भुवनानि निर्णिजे चारूणि चक्रे यदृतैरवर्धत
Three times, seven cows have milked for him, true nourishment in the ancient sky. Four other worlds he has purified, making them beautiful, growing by the laws of truth.
स भिक्षमाणो अमृतस्य चारुण उभे द्यावा काव्येना वि शश्रथे । तेजिष्ठा अपो मंहना परि व्यत यदी देवस्य श्रवसा सदो विदुः
He, seeking the lovely nectar, has spread both heaven and earth with wisdom. The most powerful waters, with greatness, have spread out, when they knew the seat by the god’s fame.
ते अस्य सन्तु केतवोऽमृत्यवोऽदाभ्यासो जनुषी उभे अनु । येभिर्नृम्णा च देव्या च पुनत आदिद्राजानं मनना अगृभ्णत
Let these be his signs, immortal, invincible, following both births. With these, strength and divine power purify; then the wise seized the king with their thoughts.
स मृज्यमानो दशभिः सुकर्मभिः प्र मध्यमासु मातृषु प्रमे सचा । व्रतानि पानो अमृतस्य चारुण उभे नृचक्षा अनु पश्यते विशौ
He, being cleansed by ten skilled ones, joins the mothers in the midst. Drinking the vows of the lovely nectar, he sees both races with a human eye.
स मर्मृजान इन्द्रियाय धायस ओभे अन्ता रोदसी हर्षते हितः । वृषा शुष्मेण बाधते वि दुर्मतीरादेदिशानः शर्यहेव शुरुधः
He, purified for power and vision, delights in both ends of heaven, well-placed. The bull, with force, drives away evil thoughts, advancing, sharp as an arrow, attentive.
स मातरा न ददृशान उस्रियो नानददेति मरुतामिव स्वनः । जानन्नृतं प्रथमं यत्स्वर्णरं प्रशस्तये कमवृणीत सुक्रतुः
He, like a calf, unseen by his mothers, bellows, his sound like the Maruts. Knowing the first truth, the golden one, for praise, the wise one chooses his desire.
रुवति भीमो वृषभस्तविष्यया शृङ्गे शिशानो हरिणी विचक्षणः । आ योनिं सोमः सुकृतं नि षीदति गव्ययी त्वग्भवति निर्णिगव्ययी
The mighty bull roars with power, sharpening his horns, the tawny, perceptive one. Soma sits in the well-made womb, his skin becomes bovine, purified for the cows.
शुचिः पुनानस्तन्वमरेपसमव्ये हरिर्न्यधाविष्ट सानवि । जुष्टो मित्राय वरुणाय वायवे त्रिधातु मधु क्रियते सुकर्मभिः
Pure, purified, with spotless body, the tawny one has settled on the ridge. Favored for Mitra, Varuna, and Vayu, the triple nectar is made with skillful acts.
पवस्व सोम देववीतये वृषेन्द्रस्य हार्दि सोमधानमा विश । पुरा नो बाधाद्दुरिताति पारय क्षेत्रविद्धि दिश आहा विपृच्छते
Purify, Soma, for divine favor, for the heart of mighty Indra, the Soma-drinker. Lead us across past troubles, remove obstacles, show us the field, answer the seeker.
हितो न सप्तिरभि वाजमर्षेन्द्रस्येन्दो जठरमा पवस्व । नावा न सिन्धुमति पर्षि विद्वाञ्छूरो न युध्यन्नव नो निद स्पः
Like a harnessed team, surge toward the prize, O Indu, enter Indra’s belly; purify yourself. Like a boat crossing the river, pass through the sea with knowledge; like a hero in battle, do not leave us without protection.