2Indu, by pressers urged to speed, bellowing out while beautified. Sends forth a very mighty sound.

3Pour on us, Soma, with thy stream manconquering might which many crave, Accompanied with hero sons.

4Hither hath Pavamana flowed, Soma flowed hither in a stream, To settle in the vats of wood.

5To waters with the stones they drive thee tawny−hued, most rich in sweets, O Indu, to be Indra's drink.

6For Indra, for the Thunderer press the Soma very rich in sweets, Lovely, inspiriting, for strength.