Let me share the sacred tale as revealed in these verses. From the heavens, there descends the exhilarating bull, Soma, whose thousand streams carry all treasures to the world. When Soma is pressed, he brings forth wealth and riches; he brings offerings and good dwellings to those who honor him. O Pavamana, radiant and pure, you proclaim the divine births and announce immortality to all. Soma, pressed by the flowing stream and purified through filters, moves joyfully like the waves of water, exhilarating all who partake. With strength, Soma has cut through the cows, even those hidden among stones, and entered the enclosures for cattle and horses—like a bold, armored warrior breaking through barriers. This gentle, pure Soma, born of the forest, is invoked by Indra to bring the greatest and most powerful fame. Indra, strong-armed and fair-bearded, upholds both worlds, granting his favor. Indra is king over all peoples, ruling them, and whatever he gives to the worshipper—riches, blessings—he bestows even upon those who praise him from nearby. By Indra’s might, yoked with the vast spaces, among men, his great delight is found. Varuna, raise up from us your highest snare—release the lowest and the middle. Aditya, by your law, may we, sinless, belong to Aditi. With purified Soma, may we win every battle, always victorious. May Mitra, Varuna, Aditi, the river, earth, and sky never harm us. O vigorous ones, make this one the foremost among us. Soma, flow forth for Indra, for sacrifice, for Varuna, and for the Maruts, granting wide space. With this, desiring all the glories of men, O noble Soma, may we conquer. Soma proclaims: “I am the first-born of cosmic order, earlier than the gods, the name of immortality. Whoever gives me, attains thus—I am food, and I eat the eater of food.” Soma is sustained among the black cows, among the red ones, and among the speckled, with shining milk. The bull, difficult to restrain and foremost among the speckled ones, bellows and moves among the worlds, desiring prizes. Magicians measured him by their magic, and the fathers, with human sight, took up his embryo. Indra, with his two harnessed steeds and with speech yoked, wields the golden thunderbolt. Indra, mighty one, protect us in contests and those with a thousand prizes, with your powerful aids. The name of him who spreads and who is spread—the Anuṣṭubh offering, carrier of gifts—was taken up by Vasiṣṭha from the brilliance of the supporter, from Savitar and Viṣṇu, the Rathantara. O Vāyu, come with your teams; I approach you, O bright one. You will come to the house of the one who presses Soma. When you were born, O Maghavan, for the slaying of Vṛtra, you expanded the earth and supported it, as well as the sky. May radiance, fame, and the essence of sacrifice be in me; may Prajāpati, the supreme, establish it in heaven as he does the sky. May nourishing powers come together, prizes unite, and strengths that overcome opposition join. Soma, enriched for immortality, place the highest fame in heaven. Soma, you created all these plants, the waters, and the cows. You expanded the wide atmosphere from your body; with your light, you drove away the darkness. I praise Agni, the priest, the god of sacrifice, officiant, and bestower of treasures. They considered the first name of the cows, thrice seven, the highest name of the peoples. Those who knew them followed after; the reddish, famous cows appeared on earth. Some go together, others come together; the rivers touch the same expanse. The pure ones, shining, approach the pure, shining, food-bearing waters. The auspicious young woman of the day arose from the east, her signs spread wide. The auspicious resting place appeared—Night of the whole moving world. Let us now praise the greatness of the bull, the red one. Let our speech go forth to Jātavedas in the assembly, to Vaiśvānara, to the fresh-minded one, pure like Soma when purified, beautiful for Agni. May all the gods hear my sacrifice—both heaven and earth, and the son of the waters. May my words not be scattered among you; may I speak them in your favor, and may we rejoice at the end. May fame be mine from heaven and earth, from Indra and Bṛhaspati, from Bhaga; may fame be released for me. May I be the speaker of the assembly of the famous ones. Now I shall proclaim the heroic deeds of Indra, which he first accomplished as wielder of the thunderbolt. He slew the serpent, split open the waters, struck the sides, and smashed the mountains. I am Agni by birth, the Knower of all beings; clarified butter is my sight, immortality my food. I am the threefold supporter, the sun, the traverser of the firmament, the unceasing light, the offering, and the all. Agni protects the foremost step of the wise; he guards the swift foot of the sun; at the navel, Agni with seven heads preserves. Shining Agni, when kindled, blazes forth; his tongue moves within like a spark. Agni grants us wealth with nourishment, brilliance, and vision. Spring is delightful, summer is delightful; the rains follow, then autumn, winter, and the cool season—all are delightful. The Purusha has a thousand heads, a thousand eyes, a thousand feet; having pervaded the earth on all sides, he stood above it by ten fingers’ breadth. Three quarters of the Purusha rose upward; one quarter was born again here. He spread everywhere, into what eats and what does not eat. This all is indeed the Purusha—whatever has been and whatever will be. All beings are a quarter of him; three quarters, immortal, are in heaven. Such is his greatness, and the Purusha is greater still. He is the lord of immortality, who grows beyond by food. Thus flows the sacred story, revealing the divine powers, the cosmic order, and the immortal Purusha who pervades all.