साकं वदन्ति बहवो मनीषिण इन्द्रस्य सोमं जठरे यदादुहुः । यदी मृजन्ति सुगभस्तयो नरः सनीळाभिर्दशभिः काम्यं मधु
Together many wise ones speak, when they have poured Soma into Indra’s belly. When the men cleanse the sweet, desirable honey with ten hands, with easy grasp.
अरममाणो अत्येति गा अभि सूर्यस्य प्रियं दुहितुस्तिरो रवम् । अन्वस्मै जोषमभरद्विनंगृसः सं द्वयीभिः स्वसृभिः क्षेति जामिभिः
Unwearied, he passes among the cows, beyond the beloved sound of the sun’s daughter. The singers bring him favor, the wise one; he dwells together with his two sisters and his kin.
नृधूतो अद्रिषुतो बर्हिषि प्रियः पतिर्गवां प्रदिव इन्दुरृत्वियः । पुरंधिवान्मनुषो यज्ञसाधनः शुचिर्धिया पवते सोम इन्द्र ते
Stirred by men, pressed by stones, beloved on the sacred grass, the lord of cows, the priestly drop from heaven, Soma, pure by thought, is purified for you, O Indra, accomplishing the sacrifice for men.
नृबाहुभ्यां चोदितो धारया सुतोऽनुष्वधं पवते सोम इन्द्र ते । आप्राः क्रतून्समजैरध्वरे मतीर्वेर्न द्रुषच्चम्वोरासदद्धरिः
Urged by men’s arms, pressed with the filter, Soma is purified for you, O Indra, in due order. He fills the powers, the thoughts, at the sacrifice; the tawny one, seated on the sacred grass, drives away the foe.
अंशुं दुहन्ति स्तनयन्तमक्षितं कविं कवयोऽपसो मनीषिणः । समी गावो मतयो यन्ति संयत ऋतस्य योना सदने पुनर्भुवः
The wise ones milk the inexhaustible, thundering drop, the sage, with their skill. Together the cows, the thoughts, come united, returning to the womb, the seat of truth.
नाभा पृथिव्या धरुणो महो दिवोऽपामूर्मौ सिन्धुष्वन्तरुक्षितः । इन्द्रस्य वज्रो वृषभो विभूवसुः सोमो हृदे पवते चारु मत्सरः
At the navel of earth, at the support of the great sky, in the waters, in the ocean, he is set. Indra’s thunderbolt, the bull, the widely shining, Soma, is purified in the heart as a lovely delight.
स तू पवस्व परि पार्थिवं रज स्तोत्रे शिक्षन्नाधून्वते च सुक्रतो । मा नो निर्भाग्वसुनः सादनस्पृशो रयिं पिशङ्गं बहुलं वसीमहि
So purify yourself, encompassing the earthly realm, seeking praise, O skillful one, for the one who stirs you. Let not those without share, those who touch the seat, deprive us of wealth—may we possess abundant, tawny riches.
आ तू न इन्दो शतदात्वश्व्यं सहस्रदातु पशुमद्धिरण्यवत् । उप मास्व बृहती रेवतीरिषोऽधि स्तोत्रस्य पवमान नो गहि
Come to us, O Indu, with gifts of a hundred horses, with gifts of a thousand, with cattle and gold. Approach, O mighty and radiant one, with abundant riches; O purified one, come and settle upon our hymn.
स्रक्वे द्रप्सस्य धमतः समस्वरन्नृतस्य योना समरन्त नाभयः । त्रीन्स मूर्ध्नो असुरश्चक्र आरभे सत्यस्य नावः सुकृतमपीपरन्
From the garlanded drop, as it is pressed, the centers resound, emerging from the womb of truth, from the navel. The Asura made three heads at the beginning; the vessels of truth, skillfully made, they have filled.
सम्यक्सम्यञ्चो महिषा अहेषत सिन्धोरूर्मावधि वेना अवीविपन् । मधोर्धाराभिर्जनयन्तो अर्कमित्प्रियामिन्द्रस्य तन्वमवीवृधन्
The mighty ones, moving rightly, have stirred; the waves of the river have spread forth, the seer has flowed out. By streams of honey, they generate the hymn, and have increased the beloved form of Indra.
पवित्रवन्तः परि वाचमासते पितैषां प्रत्नो अभि रक्षति व्रतम् । महः समुद्रं वरुणस्तिरो दधे धीरा इच्छेकुर्धरुणेष्वारभम्
Those with filters surround the speech; the ancient one of their fathers guards the vow. Varuṇa has placed the great ocean beyond; the wise have sought the foundation at the beginning.
सहस्रधारेऽव ते समस्वरन्दिवो नाके मधुजिह्वा असश्चतः । अस्य स्पशो न नि मिषन्ति भूर्णयः पदेपदे पाशिनः सन्ति सेतवः
With a thousand streams, they resound as if in heaven; their tongues are honeyed, they move together. His rays do not cease, they are ever active; at every step, the binders are present as boundaries.
* पितुर्मातुरध्या ये समस्वरन्नृचा शोचन्तः संदहन्तो अव्रतान् । इन्द्रद्विष्टामप धमन्ति मायया त्वचमसिक्नीं भूमनो दिवस्परि
Those who resound above father and mother, shining with the hymn, burning the lawless, drive away Indra's foes by their magic; they cleanse the dark skin from the earth and sky.
प्रत्नान्मानादध्या ये समस्वरञ्छ्लोकयन्त्रासो रभसस्य मन्तवः । अपानक्षासो बधिरा अहासत ऋतस्य पन्थां न तरन्ति दुष्कृतः
Those who resound from ancient measure, with the hymn's device, are the thoughts of the eager. The deaf and dumb do not speak; they do not cross the path of truth, the evildoers.
सहस्रधारे वितते पवित्र आ वाचं पुनन्ति कवयो मनीषिणः । रुद्रास एषामिषिरासो अद्रुह स्पशः स्वञ्चः सुदृशो नृचक्षसः
With a thousand streams, spread through the filter, the poets purify speech, wise in mind. These are Rudras, powerful, uninjured, rays, self-purifying, well-seen by men.
ऋतस्य गोपा न दभाय सुक्रतुस्त्री ष पवित्रा हृद्यन्तरा दधे । विद्वान्स विश्वा भुवनाभि पश्यत्यवाजुष्टान्विध्यति कर्ते अव्रतान्
The guardian of truth, not to be harmed, the well-doer, has placed three filters within the heart. Knowing, he sees all worlds; he strikes down the unworthy, and destroys the lawless.
ऋतस्य तन्तुर्विततः पवित्र आ जिह्वाया अग्रे वरुणस्य मायया । धीराश्चित्तत्समिनक्षन्त आशतात्रा कर्तमव पदात्यप्रभुः
The thread of truth is stretched through the filter; at the tip of the tongue, by Varuṇa's magic. The wise have recognized that, have desired it; there, the doer steps forth, not to be overcome.
शिशुर्न जातोऽव चक्रदद्वने स्वर्यद्वाज्यरुषः सिषासति । दिवो रेतसा सचते पयोवृधा तमीमहे सुमती शर्म सप्रथः
The child is born, has made a wheel for the forest; the radiant, victorious one seeks to win. He joins with the seed of heaven, nourished by milk; we seek his favor, his broad shelter and protection.
दिवो य स्कम्भो धरुणः स्वातत आपूर्णो अंशुः पर्येति विश्वतः । सेमे मही रोदसी यक्षदावृता समीचीने दाधार समिषः कविः
The pillar of heaven, the support, is stretched out; the full drop moves everywhere. The great poet has yoked the vast earth and sky, holding them together, placing them in harmony.
महि प्सरः सुकृतं सोम्यं मधूर्वी गव्यूतिरदितेरृतं यते । ईशे यो वृष्टेरित उस्रियो वृषापां नेता य इतऊतिरृग्मियः
The great stream, skillfully made, is Soma's honey; the pasture of cows, Aditi's truth, is sought. He rules the rain, the shining one, leader of bulls, the guide who is praised, the thunderer.
आत्मन्वन्नभो दुह्यते घृतं पय ऋतस्य नाभिरमृतं वि जायते । समीचीनाः सुदानवः प्रीणन्ति तं नरो हितमव मेहन्ति पेरवः
From the sky, milk and ghee are drawn; at the navel of truth, immortality is born. The generous ones, in harmony, delight in him; the men, friendly, praise him with their voices.
अरावीदंशुः सचमान ऊर्मिणा देवाव्यं मनुषे पिन्वति त्वचम् । दधाति गर्भमदितेरुपस्थ आ येन तोकं च तनयं च धामहे
The drop, roaring, joins with the wave; the divine one nourishes the skin for mankind. He places the embryo in Aditi's womb, by whom we gain offspring and descendants.
सहस्रधारेऽव ता असश्चतस्तृतीये सन्तु रजसि प्रजावतीः । चतस्रो नाभो निहिता अवो दिवो हविर्भरन्त्यमृतं घृतश्चुतः
With a thousand streams, they move together; let them be fruitful in the third region. Four navels are placed in the sky, bearing offerings, immortal ghee flowing.
श्वेतं रूपं कृणुते यत्सिषासति सोमो मीढ्वाँ असुरो वेद भूमनः । धिया शमी सचते सेमभि प्रवद्दिवस्कवन्धमव दर्षदुद्रिणम्
He makes a white form when he desires; Soma, the generous Asura, knows the earth. By thought, he joins with the branches, praises in harmony; he has seen the binding of heaven, the shining one.
अध श्वेतं कलशं गोभिरक्तं कार्ष्मन्ना वाज्यक्रमीत्ससवान् । आ हिन्विरे मनसा देवयन्तः कक्षीवते शतहिमाय गोनाम्
Then the white vessel, marked with cows, is pressed; the swift one, the victorious, has moved. With mind, the worshipers urge him on, for Kakṣīvān, for the hundredfold wealth of cows.
अद्भिः सोम पपृचानस्य ते रसोऽव्यो वारं वि पवमान धावति । स मृज्यमानः कविभिर्मदिन्तम स्वदस्वेन्द्राय पवमान पीतये
With waters, Soma, the juice of your pressed self, O flowing one, runs unimpeded through the filter. Cleansed by the poets, most exhilarating, make yourself sweet for Indra to drink, O purified one.
अभि प्रियाणि पवते चनोहितो नामानि यह्वो अधि येषु वर्धते । आ सूर्यस्य बृहतो बृहन्नधि रथं विष्वञ्चमरुहद्विचक्षणः
He, the beloved, is purified, skillfully prepared, bearing names in which the mighty one grows. Up to the lofty chariot of the great sun, the far-seeing one ascends, turning in every direction.
ऋतस्य जिह्वा पवते मधु प्रियं वक्ता पतिर्धियो अस्या अदाभ्यः । दधाति पुत्रः पित्रोरपीच्यं नाम तृतीयमधि रोचने दिवः
The tongue of truth is purified, the dear honeyed speech, the unassailable lord of thought. The son places the most fitting name of his parents as the third in the shining realm of heaven.
अव द्युतानः कलशाँ अचिक्रदन्नृभिर्येमानः कोश आ हिरण्यये । अभीमृतस्य दोहना अनूषताधि त्रिपृष्ठ उषसो वि राजति
The shining vessels resound below, guided by men, moving within the golden container. The milkers of the immortal one have approached; on the triple-backed dawn she shines forth.
अद्रिभिः सुतो मतिभिश्चनोहितः प्ररोचयन्रोदसी मातरा शुचिः । रोमाण्यव्या समया वि धावति मधोर्धारा पिन्वमाना दिवेदिवे
Pressed by stones, purified by thoughts, he, skillfully prepared, illuminates the two mothers, earth and heaven, pure. His streaming hairs rush forth together, the streams of honey swell day by day.