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.
चक्रिर्दिवः पवते कृत्व्यो रसो महाँ अदब्धो वरुणो हुरुग्यते । असावि मित्रो वृजनेषु यज्ञियोऽत्यो न यूथे वृषयुः कनिक्रदत्
The skillful juice is purified for heaven, great, unassailable, Varuna is invoked. Mitra is present among the tribes, worthy of sacrifice, like a bull in the herd, roaring with might.
प्र राजा वाचं जनयन्नसिष्यददपो वसानो अभि गा इयक्षति । गृभ्णाति रिप्रमविरस्य तान्वा शुद्धो देवानामुप याति निष्कृतम्
The king, generating speech, has arisen, clothed in waters, he approaches the cows. He grasps the foe, the bonds of the hostile, pure, he goes to the gathering of the gods.
इन्द्राय सोम परि षिच्यसे नृभिर्नृचक्षा ऊर्मिः कविरज्यसे वने । पूर्वीर्हि ते स्रुतयः सन्ति यातवे सहस्रमश्वा हरयश्चमूषदः
Soma, you are poured for Indra by men, wave-seen, seer, you are purified in the wood. Many are your streams for going forth, a thousand horses, and your bays bring the hosts.
समुद्रिया अप्सरसो मनीषिणमासीना अन्तरभि सोममक्षरन् । ता ईं हिन्वन्ति हर्म्यस्य सक्षणिं याचन्ते सुम्नं पवमानमक्षितम्
The celestial nymphs, wise, seated within the waters, have released Soma in the midst. They urge him on to the pillar of the house, and they seek the unaging favor of the purified one.
गोजिन्नः सोमो रथजिद्धिरण्यजित्स्वर्जिदब्जित्पवते सहस्रजित् । यं देवासश्चक्रिरे पीतये मदं स्वादिष्ठं द्रप्समरुणं मयोभुवम्
Soma, winner of cows, chariots, gold, sunlight, water, and a thousandfold, is purified. The gods made him, the most delightful drop, reddish, joy-bringing, for drinking.
एतानि सोम पवमानो अस्मयुः सत्यानि कृण्वन्द्रविणान्यर्षसि । जहि शत्रुमन्तिके दूरके च य उर्वीं गव्यूतिमभयं च नस्कृधि
These true riches, O purified Soma, you bring to us, granting wealth. Strike down the enemy, whether near or far; grant us broad pastures for cattle and fearless security.
अचोदसो नो धन्वन्त्विन्दवः प्र सुवानासो बृहद्दिवेषु हरयः । वि च नशन्न इषो अरातयोऽर्यो नशन्त सनिषन्त नो धियः
Let the drops, unurged, flow for us, the bright ones, pressed, for the great heaven; let the streams of nourishment spread for us, let adversaries be scattered, let the Arya's foes be destroyed, and let our thoughts be fulfilled.
प्र णो धन्वन्त्विन्दवो मदच्युतो धना वा येभिरर्वतो जुनीमसि । तिरो मर्तस्य कस्य चित्परिह्वृतिं वयं धनानि विश्वधा भरेमहि
Let the drops, flowing forth, bring us wealth, by which we may harness swift horses; let us overcome the concealment of any mortal, let us bring forth all kinds of riches.
उत स्वस्या अरात्या अरिर्हि ष उतान्यस्या अरात्या वृको हि षः । धन्वन्न तृष्णा समरीत ताँ अभि सोम जहि पवमान दुराध्यः
He is the enemy of his own enmity, and also of another's enmity, for he is a wolf. Flowing, let not thirst overpower you; O purified Soma, strike down those hard to overcome.
दिवि ते नाभा परमो य आददे पृथिव्यास्ते रुरुहुः सानवि क्षिपः । अद्रयस्त्वा बप्सति गोरधि त्वच्यप्सु त्वा हस्तैर्दुदुहुर्मनीषिणः
In heaven is your navel, the highest you have taken; your shoots have grown on the slope of earth. The stones press you on the hide of the cow; in the waters, the wise have milked you with their hands.
एवा त इन्दो सुभ्वं सुपेशसं रसं तुञ्जन्ति प्रथमा अभिश्रियः । निदंनिदं पवमान नि तारिष आविस्ते शुष्मो भवतु प्रियो मदः
Thus, O drop, the foremost adornments enhance your beautiful, splendid juice. O purified one, carry us safely over every danger; let your strength and dear exhilaration be manifest.
सोमस्य धारा पवते नृचक्षस ऋतेन देवान्हवते दिवस्परि । बृहस्पते रवथेना वि दिद्युते समुद्रासो न सवनानि विव्यचुः
The stream of Soma, visible to men, flows, invoking the gods with truth, encompassing the sky. With the roar of Brihaspati, it shines forth; the oceans, like libations, have been stirred.
यं त्वा वाजिन्नघ्न्या अभ्यनूषतायोहतं योनिमा रोहसि द्युमान् । मघोनामायुः प्रतिरन्महि श्रव इन्द्राय सोम पवसे वृषा मदः
You, strong one, whom the cows have approached, you ascend the shining womb, unharmed. May the life and fame of the generous be prolonged; Soma, you are purified as a mighty exhilaration for Indra.
एन्द्रस्य कुक्षा पवते मदिन्तम ऊर्जं वसानः श्रवसे सुमङ्गलः । प्रत्यङ्स विश्वा भुवनाभि पप्रथे क्रीळन्हरिरत्यः स्यन्दते वृषा
In Indra's belly, the most exhilarating Soma is purified, bearing nourishment, for auspicious fame. Facing forward, he has spread through all worlds; the playful, tawny, swift one, the bull, flows on.
तं त्वा देवेभ्यो मधुमत्तमं नरः सहस्रधारं दुहते दश क्षिपः । नृभिः सोम प्रच्युतो ग्रावभिः सुतो विश्वान्देवाँ आ पवस्वा सहस्रजित्
You, most honeyed for the gods, are milked by ten fingers, streaming a thousandfold. Pressed by men with stones, Soma, flow for all the gods, victorious by the thousand.
तं त्वा हस्तिनो मधुमन्तमद्रिभिर्दुहन्त्यप्सु वृषभं दश क्षिपः । इन्द्रं सोम मादयन्दैव्यं जनं सिन्धोरिवोर्मिः पवमानो अर्षसि
You, honeyed one, are milked by the stones with ten fingers in the waters, the bull. Soma, you gladden Indra, the divine people; like a wave of the river, you, purified, flow on.
प्र सोमस्य पवमानस्योर्मय इन्द्रस्य यन्ति जठरं सुपेशसः । दध्ना यदीमुन्नीता यशसा गवां दानाय शूरमुदमन्दिषुः सुताः
The waves of the purified Soma, splendid, go to Indra's belly. When they are raised with curds and fame, the pressed ones have gladdened the hero for the gift of cows.
अच्छा हि सोमः कलशाँ असिष्यददत्यो न वोळ्हा रघुवर्तनिर्वृषा । अथा देवानामुभयस्य जन्मनो विद्वाँ अश्नोत्यमुत इतश्च यत्
Soma has indeed reached the jars, like a charioteer bearing the unaging, swift-turning, strong one. Then, knowing both births of the gods, he attains both here and there.
आ नः सोम पवमानः किरा वस्विन्दो भव मघवा राधसो महः । शिक्षा वयोधो वसवे सु चेतुना मा नो गयमारे अस्मत्परा सिचः
Come to us, O purified Soma, bring us wealth; be generous, bestower of great gifts. Grant us strength, O wise one, for the Vasus; do not let death come upon us, nor cast us away.
आ नः पूषा पवमानः सुरातयो मित्रो गच्छन्तु वरुणः सजोषसः । बृहस्पतिर्मरुतो वायुरश्विना त्वष्टा सविता सुयमा सरस्वती
Let Pūṣan, the generous, come to us, O purified one, along with Mitra and Varuṇa in harmony; Brihaspati, the Maruts, Vāyu, the Aśvins, Tvaṣṭṛ, Savitṛ, Yama, and Sarasvatī.