1The rapture-shedding Somas have flowed forth in our assembly, pressed to glorify our liberal lords.

2The Somas, skilled in song, the waves, have led the water forward, like buffaloes speeding to the woods.

3Indu flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk: drive all our enemies away!

4For thou art strong by splendour: we, O Pavamana, call on thee, the brilliant looker on the light.

5Indu, enlightener, dear, the thought of poets, hath flowed clearly, like a charioteer who starts the steed.

6Through our desire of heroes, kine, and horses, potent Soma drops, brilliant and swift, have been effused. God, working with mankind, flow on; to Indra go thy gladdening juice: to Vayu mount as Law commands! From heaven hath Pavamana made, as 'twere, the marvellous thunder, and the lofty light of all mankind.

9Pressed for the gladdening draught the drops flow forth abundantly with song, flow onward with the stream of meath.

10Reposing on the river's wave, the Sage hath widely flowed around, bearing the bard whom many love.