2The thought is deeply fixed; the savoury juice is shed; the tongue with joyous sound is stirring in the mouth; And Pavamana, like the shout of combatants, the drop rising in sweet juice, is flowing through the fleece.

3He flows about the sheep−skin, longing for a bride: he looses Aditi's Daughters for the worshipper. The sacred drink hath come, gold−tinted, well−restrained: like a strong Bull he shines, whetting his manly might.

4The Bull is bellowing; the Cows are coming nigh: the Goddesses approach the God's own resting−place. Onward hath Soma passed through the sheep's fair bright fleece, and hath, as 'twere, endued a garment ne wly washed.

5The golden−hued, Immortal, newly bathed, puts on a brightly shining vesture that is never harmed. He made the ridge of heaven to be his radiant robe, by sprinkling of the bowls from moisture of the sky.

6Even as the beams of Surya, urging men to speed, that cheer and send to sleep, together rush they forth, These swift outpourings in long course of holy rites: no form save only Indra shows itself so pure.

7As down the steep slope of a river to the vale, drawn from the Steer the swift strong draughts have foun d a way. Well be it with the men and cattle in our home. May powers, O Soma, may the people stay with us.

8Pour out upon us wealth in goods, in gold, in steeds, in cattle and in corn, and great heroic strength. Ye, Soma, are my Fathers, lifted up on high as heads of heaven and makers of the strength of life.

9These Pavamanas here, these drops of Soma, to Indra have sped forth like cars to booty. Effused, they pass the cleansing fleece, while, gold−hued, they cast their covering off to pour the rain do wn.

10O Indu, flow thou on for lofty Indra, flow blameless, very gracious, foe−destroyer. Bring splendid treasures to the man who lauds thee. O Heaven and Earth, with all the Gods protect. us.