To Soma who is purified as ordering Priest the song is raised: Bring meed, as ’twere, to one who makes thee glad with hymns.
Blended with milk and curds he flows on through the long wool of the sheep. The Gold-hued, purified, makes him three seats for rest.
On through the long wool of the sheep to the meath-dropping vat he flows: The Ṛṣis’ sevenfold quire hath sung aloud to him.
Shared by all Gods, Infallible, the Leader of our holy hymns, Golden-hued Soma, being cleansed, hath reached the bowls.
After thy Godlike qualities, associate with Indra, go, As a Priest purified by priests, Immortal One.
Like a car-horse who shows his strength, a God effused for Deities. The penetrating Pavamana flows along.
