अयं मतवाञ्छकुनो यथा हितोऽव्ये ससार पवमान ऊर्मिणा । तव क्रत्वा रोदसी अन्तरा कवे शुचिर्धिया पवते सोम इन्द्र ते
This inspired one, like a bird set free, the purified one has rushed in a wave; by your will, O sage, Soma, pure with insight, you flow between heaven and earth for Indra.
द्रापिं वसानो यजतो दिविस्पृशमन्तरिक्षप्रा भुवनेष्वर्पितः । स्वर्जज्ञानो नभसाभ्यक्रमीत्प्रत्नमस्य पितरमा विवासति
Clad in a shining robe, reaching the worshipper, touching the sky, set in the worlds, knowing the sun, he has ascended through the clouds, summoning the ancient father from afar.
सो अस्य विशे महि शर्म यच्छति यो अस्य धाम प्रथमं व्यानशे । पदं यदस्य परमे व्योमन्यतो विश्वा अभि सं याति संयतः
He grants great protection to his worshipper, who first recognized his abode; his step is in the highest heaven, from there he approaches all things, united.
प्रो अयासीद् इन्दुर् इन्द्रस्य निष्कृतꣳ सखा सख्युर् न प्र मिनाति सꣳगिरम् । मर्य इव युवतिभिः सम् अर्षति सोमः कलशे शतयाम्ना पथा
Indu has advanced for Indra's purification, a friend who does not forsake friendship, like a youth mingling with maidens, Soma flows into the vessel along the hundredfold path.
प्र वो धियो मन्द्रयुवो विपन्युवः पनस्युवः सꣳवसनेष्व् अक्रमुः । सोमम् मनीषा अभ्य् अनूषत स्तुभो ऽभि धेनवः पयसेम् अशिश्रयुः
Your delightful, wise, and fruitful thoughts have entered the gatherings; with intention, they have sought Soma, hymning, like cows seeking milk, they have approached the nourishing one.
आ नः सोम सꣳयतम् पिप्युषीम् इषम् इन्दो पवस्व पवमानो अस्रिधम् । या नो दोहते त्रिर् अहन्न् असश्चुषी क्षुमद् वाजवन् मधुमत् सुवीर्यम्
Soma, grant us the abundant, nourishing flow; O Indu, purify yourself, O purifying one, without delay. That which yields to us, three times daily, the ever-flowing, fertile, rich, sweet, heroic strength.
वृषा मतीनाम् पवते विचक्षणः सोमो अह्नः प्रतरीतोषसो दिवः । क्राणा सिन्धूनाꣳ कलशाꣳ अवीवशद् इन्द्रस्य हार्द्य् आविशन् मनीषिभिः
The mighty one among thoughts, Soma, the discerning, flows forth; pressed at the break of day, he shines with the dawns of heaven. Roaring, he has entered the vessels of the rivers, pouring into the jars, entering Indra’s heart with the inspired.
मनीषिभिः पवते पूर्व्यः कविर् नृभिर् यतः परि कोशाꣳ अचिक्रदत् । त्रितस्य नाम जनयन् मधु क्षरद् इन्द्रस्य वायोः सख्याय कर्तवे
With the inspired, the ancient sage flows, with men he roars around the vessels. Creating the name of Trita, he pours out sweet mead, to accomplish the friendship of Indra and Vāyu.
अयम् पुनान उषसो वि रोचयद् अयꣳ सिन्धुभ्यो अभवद् उ लोककृत् । अयꣳ त्रिः सप्त दुदुहान आशिरꣳ सोमो हृदे पवते चारु मत्सरः
This one, being purified, makes the dawns shine; this one became the maker of space among the rivers. This Soma, thrice seven times, has milked the nourishing essence; he, lovely and exhilarating, is purified for the heart.
पवस्व सोम दिव्येषु धामसु सृजान इन्दो कलशे पवित्र आ । सीदन्न् इन्द्रस्य जठरे कनिक्रदन् नृभिर् यतः सूर्यम् आरोहयो दिवि
Purify yourself, Soma, in the divine abodes; flow, O Indu, into the vessel through the filter. Roaring, sit in Indra’s belly, with men guiding you; raise up the Sun in the sky.
अद्रिभिः सुतः पवसे पवित्र आꣳ इन्दव् इन्द्रस्य जठरेष्व् आविशन् । त्वꣳ नृचक्षा अभवो विचक्षण सोम गोत्रम् अङ्गिरोभ्यो ऽवृणोर् अप
Pressed with stones, you, Soma, flow through the filter; entering into the bellies of Indra. You, discerning among men, became the wise one; Soma, you opened the cow-stall for the Angirases.
त्वाꣳ सोम पवमानꣳ स्वाध्यो ऽनु विप्रासो अमदन्न् अवस्यवः । त्वाꣳ सुपर्ण आभरद् दिवस् परीन्दो विश्वाभिर् मतिभिः परिष्कृतम्
You, Soma, the self-purifying, the inspired ones have enjoyed, seeking aid. The splendid-winged one brought you from the sky, Soma, adorned with all thoughts.
अव्ये पुनानम् परि वार ऊर्मिणा हरिꣳ नवन्ते अभि सप्त धेनवः । अपाम् उपस्थे अध्य् आयवः कविम् ऋतस्य योना महिषा अहेषत
The seven cows, longing for the tawny one, surround the purified one with their wave-like streams. In the lap of the waters, the pressing stones have sought the sage, the great one, in the womb of truth.
इन्दुः पुनानो अति गाहते मृधो विश्वानि कृण्वन् सुपथानि यज्यवे । गाः कृण्वानो निर्णिजꣳ हर्यतः कविर् अत्यो न क्रीळन् परि वारम् अर्षति
The purified drop passes beyond all hostilities, making all good paths for the worshipper. Creating cows, clearing the path, the delightful sage, like a playful horse, flows around the enclosure.
असश्चतः शतधारा अभिश्रियो हरिꣳ नवन्ते ऽव ता उदन्युवः । क्षिपो मृजन्ति परि गोभिर् आवृतꣳ तृतीये पृष्ठे अधि रोचने दिवः
From all sides, a hundred streams pour forth, seeking the radiant one, as waters rush toward their channel; swift ones cleanse him, wrapped in cows, on the third back, upon the shining realm of heaven.
तवेमाः प्रजा दिव्यस्य रेतसस् त्वꣳ विश्वस्य भुवनस्य राजसि । अथेदꣳ विश्वम् पवमान ते वशे त्वम् इन्दो प्रथमो धामधा असि
These offspring are yours, from the divine seed; you are the ruler of all the worlds. Thus, all this universe, O Purifying One, is under your control; you, O Soma, are the first to hold the abode.
त्वꣳ समुद्रो असि विश्ववित् कवे तवेमाः पञ्च प्रदिशो विधर्मणि । त्वꣳ द्याꣳ च पृथिवीꣳ चाति जभ्रिषे तव ज्योतीꣳषि पवमान सूर्यः
You are the ocean, all-knowing sage; for you, these five regions are established. You have embraced both heaven and earth; your lights, O Purifying One, are the sun.
त्वम् पवित्रे रजसो विधर्मणि देवेभ्यः सोम पवमान पूयसे । त्वाम् उशिजः प्रथमा अगृभ्णत तुभ्येमा विश्वा भुवनानि येमिरे
You, Soma, purified in the strainer, are cleansed for the gods, set in the order of the firmament; the first-born seers grasped you, and for you all the worlds have been yoked.
प्र रेभ एत्य् अति वारम् अव्ययꣳ वृषा वनेष्व् अव चक्रदद् धरिः । सꣳ धीतयो वावशाना अनूषत शिशुꣳ रिहन्ति मतयः पनिप्नतम्
The powerful one, roaring forth, goes beyond the unceasing barrier; the tawny one has set his wheel among the woods. The inspired thoughts, longing, have followed together; the hymns press the child who is to be purified.
स सूर्यस्य रश्मिभिः परि व्यत तन्तुꣳ तन्वानस् त्रिवृतꣳ यथा विदे । नयन्न् ऋतस्य प्रशिषो नवीयसीः पतिर् जनीनाम् उप याति निष्कृतम्
He, weaving the thread with the rays of the sun, spreads it out, as one skilled, in threefold fashion. Leading forth the newer commands of truth, the lord of beings approaches the place of purification.
राजा सिन्धूनाम् पवते पतिर् दिव ऋतस्य याति पथिभिः कनिक्रदत् । सहस्रधारः परि षिच्यते हरिः पुनानो वाचꣳ जनयन्न् उपावसुः
The king of rivers is purified, the lord of heaven, moving along the paths of truth with a resounding voice. The tawny one, with a thousand streams, is poured around, being purified, generating speech, the one who brings wealth.
पवमान मह्य् अर्णो वि धावसि सूरो न चित्रो अव्ययानि पव्यया । गभस्तिपूतो नृभिर् अद्रिभिः सुतो महे वाजाय धन्याय धन्वसि
O Purifier, great wave, you rush forth, wondrous as the sun, unfailing in your courses. Cleansed by the rays, pressed by men with stones, you flow for great strength, for prosperity, for wealth.
इषम् ऊर्जम् पवमानाभ्य् अर्षसि श्येनो न वꣳसु कलशेषु सीदसि । इन्द्राय मद्वा मद्यो मदः सुतो दिवो विष्टम्भ उपमो विचक्षणः
O Purifying One, you flow forth for nourishment and strength; like a falcon to its home, you settle in the vessels. The exhilarating draught, pressed for Indra, is your rapture—lofty, discerning, the pillar of the sky.
सप्त स्वसारो अभि मातरः शिशुꣳ नवꣳ जज्ञानꣳ जेन्यꣳ विपश्चितम् । अपाꣳ गन्धर्वꣳ दिव्यꣳ नृचक्षसꣳ सोमꣳ विश्वस्य भुवनस्य राजसे
Seven sisters, together with mothers, have borne the new-born, wondrous, wise child—Soma, the Gandharva of the waters, the divine, visible to men, king of all the worlds.
ईशान इमा भुवनानि वीयसे युजान इन्दो हरितः सुपर्ण्यः । तास् ते क्षरन्तु मधुमद् घृतम् पयस् तव व्रते सोम तिष्ठन्तु कृष्टयः
You, O Soma, master these worlds for increase, harnessing the green-winged ones, O swift-flowing one. May they pour for you honeyed ghee and milk; by your command, Soma, may peoples abide.
त्वꣳ नृचक्षा असि सोम विश्वतः पवमान वृषभ ता वि धावसि । स नः पवस्व वसुमद् धिरण्यवद् वयꣳ स्याम भुवनेषु जीवसे
You, Soma, are all-seeing among men; O Purifying Bull, you rush everywhere. Flow for us, bringing wealth and gold; may we live long in the worlds.
गोवित् पवस्व वसुविद् धिरण्यविद् रेतोधा इन्दो भुवनेष्व् अर्पितः । त्वꣳ सुवीरो असि सोम विश्ववित् तꣳ त्वा विप्रा उप गिरेम आसते
Rich in cows, bringer of wealth, finder of gold, O Soma, who bears the seed, you are established among the worlds. You are heroic, all-knowing, Soma; to you, the sages come and sing their praises.
उन् मध्व ऊर्मिर् वनना अतिष्ठिपद् अपो वसानो महिषो वि गाहते । राजा पवित्ररथो वाजम् आरुहत् सहस्रभृष्टिर् जयति श्रवो बृहत्
The wave of honey, adorned with the waters, has arisen; the mighty bull, clothed in waters, roars forth. The king, whose chariot is the filter, has mounted strength; with a thousand streams, he wins great renown.
स भन्दना उद् इयर्ति प्रजावतीर् विश्वायुर् विश्वाः सुभरा अहर्दिवि । ब्रह्म प्रजावद् रयिम् अश्वपस्त्यम् पीत इन्दव् इन्द्रम् अस्मभ्यꣳ याचतात्
He lifts up the bonds, bestowing offspring, life to all, and all bounties day by day. O Soma, grant us, together with Indra, wealth with offspring, horses, and cattle, through the sacred chant.
सो अग्रे अह्नाꣳ हरिर् हर्यतो मदः प्र चेतसा चेतयते अनु द्युभिः । द्वा जना यातयन्न् अन्तर् ईयते नरा च शꣳसꣳ दैव्यꣳ च धर्तरि
That exhilarating draught, the tawny, active one, at the head of days, awakens with insight, following the bright ones. Moving between two peoples, he advances, upholding both the praise of men and the divine law.