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.
परि सोम प्र धन्वा स्वस्तये नृभिः पुनानो अभि वासयाशिरम् । ये ते मदा आहनसो विहायसस्तेभिरिन्द्रं चोदय दातवे मघम्
Soma, flow around the vessel for well-being, purified by men, envelop the head with your fragrance. With those exhilarating powers of yours, swift-flying, urge Indra on to grant us wealth.
धर्ता दिवः पवते कृत्व्यो रसो दक्षो देवानामनुमाद्यो नृभिः । हरिः सृजानो अत्यो न सत्वभिर्वृथा पाजांसि कृणुते नदीष्वा
The upholder of heaven, the skillful juice, is purified, worthy of praise by the gods and men. The tawny one, released, like a horse with its strength, does not waste his powers in the rivers.
शूरो न धत्त आयुधा गभस्त्योः स्वः सिषासन्रथिरो गविष्टिषु । इन्द्रस्य शुष्ममीरयन्नपस्युभिरिन्दुर्हिन्वानो अज्यते मनीषिभिः
Like a hero, he takes up his weapons in his hands, eager for glory, charioteer in the contests. Proclaiming Indra's might, he is impelled by the wise; the drop, pressed, is stirred by the inspired.
इन्द्रस्य सोम पवमान ऊर्मिणा तविष्यमाणो जठरेष्वा विश । प्र णः पिन्व विद्युदभ्रेव रोदसी धिया न वाजाँ उप मासि शश्वतः
O Soma, purified, with your wave, enter the abodes of Indra, striving with power. Moisten for us, like lightning in the cloud, earth and heaven; with thought, bring riches to us always.
विश्वस्य राजा पवते स्वर्दृश ऋतस्य धीतिमृषिषाळवीवशत् । यः सूर्यस्यासिरेण मृज्यते पिता मतीनामसमष्टकाव्यः
The king of all, seeing the light, is purified, he has chosen the inspiration of truth by the seer's will. He who is cleansed by the sun's brightness is the father of thoughts, unique in his wisdom.
वृषेव यूथा परि कोशमर्षस्यपामुपस्थे वृषभः कनिक्रदत् । स इन्द्राय पवसे मत्सरिन्तमो यथा जेषाम समिथे त्वोतयः
Like a bull among herds, you rush around the vessel, roaring, the bull at the lap of the waters. You are purified for Indra, most exhilarating, so that we may conquer in battle with your aid.
एष प्र कोशे मधुमाँ अचिक्रददिन्द्रस्य वज्रो वपुषो वपुष्टरः । अभीमृतस्य सुदुघा घृतश्चुतो वाश्रा अर्षन्ति पयसेव धेनवः
Here in the vessel, the honeyed one bellows, Indra's bolt, most splendid of the splendid. The good milker of the immortal, flowing with ghee, the strong ones rush like cows for milk.
स पूर्व्यः पवते यं दिवस्परि श्येनो मथायदिषितस्तिरो रजः । स मध्व आ युवते वेविजान इत्कृशानोरस्तुर्मनसाह बिभ्युषा
He, the ancient, is purified, whom the falcon brought from heaven, set in motion by the churner, across the sky. He comes, youthful with honey, trembling in mind, the thin one, pressed by the eager.
ते नः पूर्वास उपरास इन्दवो महे वाजाय धन्वन्तु गोमते । ईक्षेण्यासो अह्यो न चारवो ब्रह्मब्रह्म ये जुजुषुर्हविर्हविः
May those ancient and later drops flow for us, for great prize, in the rich field. Worthy of sight, like horses, swift, those who delight in prayer, who have enjoyed offering after offering.
अयं नो विद्वान्वनवद्वनुष्यत इन्दुः सत्राचा मनसा पुरुष्टुतः । इनस्य यः सदने गर्भमादधे गवामुरुब्जमभ्यर्षति व्रजम्
This knowing drop, ever victorious, is purified for us, praised by many minds. He who placed the embryo in the seat of being, he overflows the wide stall of the cows.