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.
आ दक्षिणा सृज्यते शुष्म्यासदं वेति द्रुहो रक्षसः पाति जागृविः । हरिरोपशं कृणुते नभस्पय उपस्तिरे चम्वोर्ब्रह्म निर्णिजे
He is released to the right, powerful, taking his seat; the ever-watchful one, he drives away the hostile and the demon. He makes the tawny rope, he seeks the sky, he spreads out the sacred grass for the pressing priest’s chant.
प्र कृष्टिहेव शूष एति रोरुवदसुर्यं वर्णं नि रिणीते अस्य तम् । जहाति वव्रिं पितुरेति निष्कृतमुपप्रुतं कृणुते निर्णिजं तना
He rushes forth like a champion, roaring loudly; he removes the darkness from his appearance. He leaves his covering, goes to his father’s dwelling, and makes the sacred place manifest with his body.
अद्रिभिः सुतः पवते गभस्त्योर्वृषायते नभसा वेपते मती । स मोदते नसते साधते गिरा नेनिक्ते अप्सु यजते परीमणि
Pressed by the stones, he is purified in the hands, he grows strong, he trembles in the sky with the chant. He rejoices, he sits, he prospers with the hymn; he is adorned in the waters, he is worshipped in the expanse.
परि द्युक्षं सहसः पर्वतावृधं मध्वः सिञ्चन्ति हर्म्यस्य सक्षणिम् । आ यस्मिन्गावः सुहुताद ऊधनि मूर्धञ्छ्रीणन्त्यग्रियं वरीमभिः
Around the shining one, mighty, mountain-nourished, they pour the honey at the house’s pillar. In him, the cows, well-invoked, at the udder, press the foremost head with their paths.
समी रथं न भुरिजोरहेषत दश स्वसारो अदितेरुपस्थ आ । जिगादुप ज्रयति गोरपीच्यं पदं यदस्य मतुथा अजीजनन्
Together, like a chariot, the ten sisters hasten, at Aditi’s lap. He advances, he seeks the hidden track of the cow, the path which they, with skill, have created for him.
श्येनो न योनिं सदनं धिया कृतं हिरण्ययमासदं देव एषति । ए रिणन्ति बर्हिषि प्रियं गिराश्वो न देवाँ अप्येति यज्ञियः
Like an eagle, he seeks the nest, the seat made by thought, the golden seat where the god sits. There, with the hymn, they seek the beloved on the sacred grass; like a horse, the worshipful one approaches the gods.
परा व्यक्तो अरुषो दिवः कविर्वृषा त्रिपृष्ठो अनविष्ट गा अभि । सहस्रणीतिर्यतिः परायती रेभो न पूर्वीरुषसो वि राजति
The bright one, manifest, red, seer of the sky, strong, three-backed, has reached the cows. The thousand-streamed, far-going, resounds; like the ancient dawns, he shines forth widely.
त्वेषं रूपं कृणुते वर्णो अस्य स यत्राशयत्समृता सेधति स्रिधः । अप्सा याति स्वधया दैव्यं जनं सं सुष्टुती नसते सं गोअग्रया
He makes a fierce form, his color is bright; where he rests, he breaks through the barriers. He goes to the waters by his own power, to the divine people; with praise he rejoices, with the foremost of cows.
उक्षेव यूथा परियन्नरावीदधि त्विषीरधित सूर्यस्य । दिव्यः सुपर्णोऽव चक्षत क्षां सोमः परि क्रतुना पश्यते जाः
Like a bull circling his herds, he moves loudly, shining, following the path of the sun. The divine eagle looks down upon the earth; Soma, with wisdom, beholds the races.
हरिं मृजन्त्यरुषो न युज्यते सं धेनुभिः कलशे सोमो अज्यते । उद्वाचमीरयति हिन्वते मती पुरुष्टुतस्य कति चित्परिप्रियः
They cleanse the tawny one, he is yoked like a red horse; Soma is mixed in the vessel with the cows. He sends forth speech, they stir the chant; of the much-praised, how many are truly dear?