1Flow forth, O Soma, flow thou onward, sweet to Indra's Mitra's, Pushan's, Bhaga's taste.

2Run forth to battle, conquering the Vritras; thou speedest to quell the foes like one exacting debts.

3Flow onward, Soma, as a mighty sea, as Father of the Gods, to every form.

4Flow onward, Soma, flow for mighty strength, as a strong courser, bathed, to win the prize.

5Fair Indu hath flowed on for rapturous joy, sage, for good fortune, in the waters' lap.

6In thee, effused. O Soma, we rejoice ourselves for great supremacy in fight: Thou, Pavamana, enterest into mighty deeds.

7Who are these radiant men in serried rank, Rudra's young heroes, too, with noble steeds?

8Agni, with hymns may we now accomplish that which thou lovest, Strength, like a horse, auspicious strength with service.

9The strong youths have come forth to view, to show their strength, God Savitar's quickening energy: Ye warrior horsemen, win the heavens.

10Soma, flow splendid with thy copious stream in due succession through the ample fleece.