1Poured through the fleece in thousand streams purified Soma floweth to, Indra's and Vayu's meeting-place.

2Sing forth, ye men who long for help, to Pavamana, to the Sage, Effused to entertain the Gods!

3The Soma drops with thousand powers are purified to win us strength, Hymned to become the feast of Gods.

4Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we may win us strength: Indu, bring splendid manly might

5Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, to win us strength, Swift through the woollen straining-cloth.

6May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power,-- These godlike Soma drops effused!

7The roaring Soma drops flow on, like milch-kine lowing to, their calves: They have run forth from both the hands.

8Beloved by Indra, bringing joy, roaring as thou art purified, Drive all our enemies away.

9As Pavamanas, driving off the godless, looking on the light, Sit in the place of sacrifice.