2The drops of Soma juice effused fall like the rain upon the earth: To Indra flow the Soma−streams.

3With swelling wave the gladdening drink, the Soma, flows into.the sieve, Loving the Gods and slaying fiends.

4It hastens to the pitchers, poured upon the sieve it waxes strong At sacrifices through the lauds.

5Soma, thou shinest mounting heaven as 'twere above light's triple realm, And moving secm'st to speed the Sun.

6To him, the head of sacnfice, singers and bards have sung their songs, Offering what he loves to see.

7The men, the sages with their hymns, eager for help, deck thee strong &teed, Deck thee for service of the Gods.

8Flow onward to the stream of meath rest efficacious in thy home, Fair, to be drunk at sacrifice.