अपामिवेदूर्मयस्तर्तुराणाः प्र मनीषा ईरते सोममच्छ । नमस्यन्तीरुप च यन्ति सं चा च विशन्त्युशतीरुशन्तम्
The waves of the waters, surging, move towards Soma with their thoughts. Bowing down, they approach and unite, the shining ones enter the shining one.
तं मर्मृजानं महिषं न सानावंशुं दुहन्त्युक्षणं गिरिष्ठाम् । तं वावशानं मतयः सचन्ते त्रितो बिभर्ति वरुणं समुद्रे
They milk him, the purified one, like a mighty bull on the mountain, the flowing one, the bountiful one, dwelling on the heights. The thoughts cling to him as he rushes; Trita bears Varuna in the ocean.
इष्यन्वाचमुपवक्तेव होतुः पुनान इन्दो वि ष्या मनीषाम् । इन्द्रश्च यत्क्षयथः सौभगाय सुवीर्यस्य पतयः स्याम
Desiring speech, as an assistant repeats for the priest, you, purified drop, expand the understanding. When you and Indra dwell together for good fortune, may we be lords of heroic strength.
प्र सेनानीः शूरो अग्रे रथानां गव्यन्नेति हर्षते अस्य सेना । भद्रान्कृण्वन्निन्द्रहवान्सखिभ्य आ सोमो वस्त्रा रभसानि दत्ते
The leader, the hero, stands at the front of the chariots; his army rejoices in seeking cattle. Soma, invoked by Indra, makes blessings for his friends, giving them splendid garments with zeal.
समस्य हरिं हरयो मृजन्त्यश्वहयैरनिशितं नमोभिः । आ तिष्ठति रथमिन्द्रस्य सखा विद्वाँ एना सुमतिं यात्यच्छ
Together his tawny ones cleanse the tawny one with reverence, with horse-drawing powers, unwearied. He stands upon Indra's chariot as a friend, wise, he goes straight to that good favor.
स नो देव देवताते पवस्व महे सोम प्सरस इन्द्रपानः । कृण्वन्नपो वर्षयन्द्यामुतेमामुरोरा नो वरिवस्या पुनानः
You, god, purify yourself for our divine kinship, O Soma, flowing for Indra's drink, for our great abundance. Making the waters, causing the sky to rain, purify this wide expanse for our welfare.
अजीतयेऽहतये पवस्व स्वस्तये सर्वतातये बृहते । तदुशन्ति विश्व इमे सखायस्तदहं वश्मि पवमान सोम
Purify yourself for conquest, for unharmedness, for well-being, for universal protection, for greatness. All these friends praise that, and so I declare, O purified Soma.
सोमः पवते जनिता मतीनां जनिता दिवो जनिता पृथिव्याः । जनिताग्नेर्जनिता सूर्यस्य जनितेन्द्रस्य जनितोत विष्णोः
Soma is purified, the generator of thoughts, the generator of heaven, the generator of earth, the generator of Agni, the generator of the sun, the generator of Indra, and also the generator of Vishnu.
ब्रह्मा देवानां पदवीः कवीनामृषिर्विप्राणां महिषो मृगाणाम् । श्येनो गृध्राणां स्वधितिर्वनानां सोमः पवित्रमत्येति रेभन्
The priest among the gods, the path of the sages, the seer among the inspired, the bull among beasts, the eagle among vultures, the sustainer among forests—Soma, roaring, surpasses the filter.
प्रावीविपद्वाच ऊर्मिं न सिन्धुर्गिरः सोमः पवमानो मनीषाः । अन्तः पश्यन्वृजनेमावराण्या तिष्ठति वृषभो गोषु जानन्
He has spread forth his speech, like a wave of the river; Soma, purified, his thoughts are like songs. Seeing within, he distinguishes the lower and the higher; the bull stands among the cows, knowing.
स मत्सरः पृत्सु वन्वन्नवातः सहस्ररेता अभि वाजमर्ष । इन्द्रायेन्दो पवमानो मनीष्यंशोरूर्मिमीरय गा इषण्यन्
That exhilarating one, victorious in battles, new in strength, with a thousand streams, has reached the prize. O drop, purified for Indra, stir up the wave, seek the cows and nourishment.
परि प्रियः कलशे देववात इन्द्राय सोमो रण्यो मदाय । सहस्रधारः शतवाज इन्दुर्वाजी न सप्तिः समना जिगाति
Beloved, in the vessel, driven by the divine wind, Soma, delightful, for Indra's intoxication. With a thousand streams, with a hundred prizes, the drop, like a champion, wins the contest together with his team.
स पूर्व्यो वसुविज्जायमानो मृजानो अप्सु दुदुहानो अद्रौ । अभिशस्तिपा भुवनस्य राजा विदद्गातुं ब्रह्मणे पूयमानः
He, ancient and wealth-giving, being born, is purified in the waters, flowing upon the stone; the protector from curses, king of the world, he, being purified, grants a hymn to the priest.
त्वया हि नः पितरः सोम पूर्वे कर्माणि चक्रुः पवमान धीराः । वन्वन्नवातः परिधीँरपोर्णु वीरेभिरश्वैर्मघवा भवा नः
For by you, Soma, our forefathers of old, O purified one, wise, performed their deeds; conquering the foe, surpassing the barriers, be for us, Maghavan, with heroes and horses.
यथापवथा मनवे वयोधा अमित्रहा वरिवोविद्धविष्मान् । एवा पवस्व द्रविणं दधान इन्द्रे सं तिष्ठ जनयायुधानि
As you, bestower of strength, have flowed for Manu, slayer of foes, knowing the paths, so flow now, bearing wealth, stand firm with Indra, and generate weapons.
पवस्व सोम मधुमाँ ऋतावापो वसानो अधि सानो अव्ये । अव द्रोणानि घृतवान्ति सीद मदिन्तमो मत्सर इन्द्रपानः
Flow, Soma, sweet with truth, clothed in waters, upon the unshaken summit; descend into the vessels filled with ghee, most intoxicating, eager for Indra to drink.
वृष्टिं दिवः शतधारः पवस्व सहस्रसा वाजयुर्देववीतौ । सं सिन्धुभिः कलशे वावशानः समुस्रियाभिः प्रतिरन्न आयुः
Pour down rain from the sky, a hundred-streamed, thousand-powered, prize-bringing in the divine assembly; mingling with the rivers, enter the vessel, together with the streams, bringing sustenance to life.
एष स्य सोमो मतिभिः पुनानोऽत्यो न वाजी तरतीदरातीः । पयो न दुग्धमदितेरिषिरमुर्विव गातुः सुयमो न वोळ्हा
This Soma, purified by thoughts, like a horse, a racer, overcomes adversaries; like milk drawn from the cow, swift-flowing, like a well-trained carrier, he widens the path.
स्वायुधः सोतृभिः पूयमानोऽभ्यर्ष गुह्यं चारु नाम । अभि वाजं सप्तिरिव श्रवस्याभि वायुमभि गा देव सोम
Armed with his own weapons, purified with the pressers, advance, revealing the beautiful, secret name; like a victorious chariot, for glory, approach the wind, approach the cows, O god Soma.
शिशुं जज्ञानं हर्यतं मृजन्ति शुम्भन्ति वह्निं मरुतो गणेन । कविर्गीर्भिः काव्येना कविः सन्सोमः पवित्रमत्येति रेभन्
The Maruts, with their troop, cleanse and adorn the newly-born, golden child, the fire; the sage, with words and poetry, Soma, roaring, passes through the filter.
ऋषिमना य ऋषिकृत्स्वर्षाः सहस्रणीथः पदवीः कवीनाम् । तृतीयं धाम महिषः सिषासन्सोमो विराजमनु राजति ष्टुप्
He whose mind is of the seer, who makes seers, shining with light, thousand-guided, follows the paths of the sages; seeking the third abode, the bull Soma shines forth, following the radiant order.
चमूषच्छ्येनः शकुनो विभृत्वा गोविन्दुर्द्रप्स आयुधानि बिभ्रत् । अपामूर्मिं सचमानः समुद्रं तुरीयं धाम महिषो विवक्ति
The eagle, the bird, bearing the pressing stones, the finder of cows, the drop, bearing the weapons; joining the wave of the waters, the ocean, the bull distinguishes the fourth abode.
मर्यो न शुभ्रस्तन्वं मृजानोऽत्यो न सृत्वा सनये धनानाम् । वृषेव यूथा परि कोशमर्षन्कनिक्रदच्चम्वोरा विवेश
Like a bright youth, cleansing his form, like a horse, swift for the gain of wealth; like a bull, he circles the vessel with the herd, bellowing, he has entered the mixing bowl.
पवस्वेन्दो पवमानो महोभिः कनिक्रदत्परि वाराण्यर्ष । क्रीळञ्चम्वोरा विश पूयमान इन्द्रं ते रसो मदिरो ममत्तु
Flow, O Indu, O purified one, with great powers, bellowing, pass through the barriers; playing in the mixing bowl, purified, let your exhilarating juice gladden Indra.
प्रास्य धारा बृहतीरसृग्रन्नक्तो गोभिः कलशाँ आ विवेश । साम कृण्वन्सामन्यो विपश्चित्क्रन्दन्नेत्यभि सख्युर्न जामिम्
Your great streams have flowed forth, at night you have entered the bowls with cows; making music, wise, singing aloud, you come, calling to friendship, not to enmity.
अपघ्नन्नेषि पवमान शत्रून्प्रियां न जारो अभिगीत इन्दुः । सीदन्वनेषु शकुनो न पत्वा सोमः पुनानः कलशेषु सत्ता
Driving away enemies, you, O purified Soma, advance, like a beloved husband praised in song; settling in the woods like a bird on a perch, Soma, purified, rests in the bowls.
आ ते रुचः पवमानस्य सोम योषेव यन्ति सुदुघाः सुधाराः । हरिरानीतः पुरुवारो अप्स्वचिक्रदत्कलशे देवयूनाम्
The shining streams of the purified Soma go to you, as rich-flowing, yielding cows to the wife; the tawny one, brought forth, much-invoked, in the waters, has bellowed in the bowl of the gods.
अस्य प्रेषा हेमना पूयमानो देवो देवेभिः समपृक्त रसम् । सुतः पवित्रं पर्येति रेभन्मितेव सद्म पशुमान्ति होता
His swift streams, golden, purified, the god has mingled with the gods his essence; pressed, he circles the filter, roaring, like a wise priest, entering the house with the cattle.
भद्रा वस्त्रा समन्या वसानो महान्कविर्निवचनानि शंसन् । आ वच्यस्व चम्वोः पूयमानो विचक्षणो जागृविर्देववीतौ
Clothed in auspicious garments together, great, the sage proclaims words of praise; be proclaimed, O purified one, from the mixing bowl, far-seeing, wakeful in the divine assembly.
समु प्रियो मृज्यते सानो अव्ये यशस्तरो यशसां क्षैतो अस्मे । अभि स्वर धन्वा पूयमानो यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः
Beloved, he is cleansed on the unshaken summit, most renowned, the best of the famous for us; purified, resound over the plain, you gods, always protect us with blessings.