Soma, radiant and pure, prepares himself for the gods, for heaven and earth, and for the welfare of all living beings. As the shining supporter of heaven, nourishing and steadfast in his ordinances, Soma purifies himself, bringing strength to all. Agni, the beloved guest, is praised—dear as a friend and as worthy to be placed upon the altar like a chariot. He is honored as a sage, singled out by the gods among mortals. The youngest, Agni, listens to the songs of his worshippers, protecting them, guarding their offspring, and himself. Indra is invoked to grant a secure place, beloved and renowned for sacrifices, vast as a mountain, lord of heaven. Indra, the mighty drinker of Soma, has become both heaven and earth, the powerful lord for those who press Soma. He has always been the supporter of ancient strongholds, the slayer of the Dasyu, the mighty lord of heaven. Indra, breaker of fortresses and youthful sage of boundless strength, was born as the upholder of all actions, wielder of the bolt, much praised. He opened the cave of Vala, rich in cows, and the trembling gods sought him for protection. With hymns, they sought Indra, lord of might, whose gifts are a thousandfold, or even more abundant. Indra crossed the ocean, established order in the beginning, generated offspring, and guarded the world. The bull Soma, on the pure slope, grew great in the vessel, and the stone resounded. The gods, Vayu, Mitra, Varuna, the Maruts, heaven and earth—all are called to delight in the worshippers, as Soma purifies. That great, mighty Soma, when he chose the gods as the embryo of waters, bestowed strength on Indra and generated light in the sun. This immortal god is poured forth like a spreading branch, settling into the vessels. Praised by sages, this god enters the waters, bestowing treasures upon the worshipper. Pavamana, strong and heroic, seeks all desirable things with his powers. He rides the chariot, rushes forth, and reveals the voice and sound. Purified by the wise and those who keep the order, the tawny one is cleansed for the prize. Made pure, Pavamana surpasses obstacles and is invincible. He rushes across the sky, through the spaces of dust, with his resounding, purifying stream. He has spread out the sky, untouched, through the dust, the self-lawful, purifying one. With ancient birth, pressed for the gods, the tawny one flows through the purifier. Of many rites, being born, he generates lights; pressed, he flows with his stream. He goes with thought, subtle and heroic, approaching Indra’s dwelling with swift chariots. Invoked by many with thought for the great divine rite, where the immortals have sat, he is purified by the press-stones in the vessels, spreading abundant riches. Set in place, he is led forth along the path of purification, urged on by the rollers. Advancing with golden beams, a steed with shining streams, he becomes the lord of rivers. He shakes his horns, the youthful bull of the herd, bearing strength and vigor. Swelling with riches, he has crossed rough places and goes down into the resting-places. The tawny one is pressed for the journey by ten fingers, the most exhilarating, with his own weapon. His bull-chariot is guarded by coverings, going to the thousandfold prize. The women of Trita press this tawny one with stones, the drop for Indra to drink. Among men, he sits like a falcon in the settlements, going like a lover to his beloved. The intoxicating juice reveals itself, the child of heaven, the drop that has entered the covering. The pressed tawny one rushes for drinking, roaring, seeking his beloved abode. The ten bright ones cleanse him, with which he shines for exhilaration. This steed, set in motion by men, lord of all-knowing minds, swiftly runs unhindered to its goal. Soma, pressed for the gods, flows unceasingly through the purifier, entering all abodes.