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.
अञ्जते व्य् अञ्जते सम् अञ्जते क्रतुꣳ रिहन्ति मधुनाभ्य् अञ्जते । सिन्धोर् उच्छ्वासे पतयन्तम् उक्षणꣳ हिरण्यपावाः पशुम् आसु गृभ्णते
They adorn themselves, indeed they adorn themselves; together they adorn themselves, they stir the mind, they adorn themselves with honey. With golden hooves, they seize the bull falling in the surge of the river, the beast.
विपश्चिते पवमानाय गायत मही न धारात्य् अन्धो अर्षति । अहिर् न जूर्णाम् अति सर्पति त्वचम् अत्यो न क्रीळन्न् असरद् वृषा हरिः
Sing to the wise, purifying one; like a great stream, the Soma flows forth. Like a serpent shedding its old skin, like a horse delighting, the tawny one, the bull, moves onward.
अग्रेगो राजाप्यस् तविष्यते विमानो अह्नाम् भुवनेष्व् अर्पितः । हरिर् घृतस्नुः सुदृशीको अर्णवो ज्योतीरथः पवते राय ओक्यः
Foremost, kingly, mighty, he shines; the purifier is set in the realms of the days. The tawny one, rich in clarified butter, beautiful, oceanic, with a chariot of light, flows for wealth and shelter.
असर्जि स्कम्भो दिव उद्यतो मदः परि त्रिधातुर् भुवनान्य् अर्षति । अꣳशुꣳ रिहन्ति मतयः पनिप्नतꣳ गिरा यदि निर्णिजम् ऋग्मिणो ययुः
The pillar is released, raised up in the sky; the exhilaration pervades the triple world. The thoughts stir the Soma, flowing, when the singers, skilled in song, have reached the press.
प्र ते धारा अत्य् अण्वानि मेष्यः पुनानस्य सꣳयतो यन्ति रꣳहयः । यद् गोभिर् इन्दो चम्वोः समज्यस आ सुवानः सोम कलशेषु सीदसि
The streams of the purified one, swift-flowing, move forward for you; the forces of the pressed Soma are restrained and advance. When, O Indu, you are mingled with the cows in the vessel, then, well-pressed Soma, you settle in the jars.
पवस्व सोम क्रतुविन् न उक्थ्यो ऽव्यो वारे परि धाव मधु प्रियम् । जहि विश्वान् रक्षस इन्दो अत्रिणो बृहद् वदेम विदथे सुवीराः
Flow forth, Soma, endowed with insight, worthy of praise; run around the unclouded filter with your beloved sweetness. Strike down all the demons, O Indu, and the malicious ones; let us speak forth with great strength in the assembly.
प्र तु द्रव परि कोशं नि षीद नृभिः पुनानो अभि वाजमर्ष । अश्वं न त्वा वाजिनं मर्जयन्तोऽच्छा बर्ही रशनाभिर्नयन्ति
Run forth, settle around the vessel, purified with men, rush toward the prize; like a swift horse, being cleansed, they lead you to the sacred grass with reins.
स्वायुधः पवते देव इन्दुरशस्तिहा वृजनं रक्षमाणः । पिता देवानां जनिता सुदक्षो विष्टम्भो दिवो धरुणः पृथिव्याः
Armed with his own power, the god Indu is purified, destroyer of harm, protecting the people; father of the gods, creator, skillful, the support of heaven, the foundation of earth.
ऋषिर्विप्रः पुरएता जनानामृभुर्धीर उशना काव्येन । स चिद्विवेद निहितं यदासामपीच्यं गुह्यं नाम गोनाम्
A seer, wise, the forerunner of peoples, skillful, thoughtful, inspired by poetry; he alone discovered what was hidden, the secret name of the cows.
एष स्य ते मधुमाँ इन्द्र सोमो वृषा वृष्णे परि पवित्रे अक्षाः । सहस्रसाः शतसा भूरिदावा शश्वत्तमं बर्हिरा वाज्यस्थात्
This, your honeyed Soma, O Indra, the bull, flows around the filter for the mighty; bearing thousands, hundreds, giving much, he has established the most enduring seat for the prize-winner.