1The Maruts with their troop adorn and brighten, even at his birth, the Sage, the lovely infant. By songs a poet, and a Sage by wisdom, Soma goes singing through the cleansing filter.

2Light-winner, Rishi-minded, Rishi-maker, hymned in a thousand hymns, leader of sages, Eager to gain his third form, mighty, Soma is, like Viraj, resplendent as a singer.

3Hawk seated in the press, bird wide-extended, the banner seeking kine and wielding weapons, Uniting with the sea, the wave of waters, the mighty tells his fourth form and declares it.