2Poured forth to Indra, Varuna, to Vayu and the Marut hosts, To Visnu, flows the Soma juice.

3With stones they press the Soma forth, the Strong conducted by the strong: They milk the liquor out with skill.

4'Tis he whom Trita must refine, 'tis he who shall make Indra glad: The Tawny One is decked with tints.

5Him do the Sons of Prsni milk, the dwelling−place of sacrifice, Oblation lovely and most dear.

6To him in one unitcd stream th−,se songs flow on straight forward. he, Loud voiced, hath made the milch−kine low.