1. To Soma who is purified as ordering Priest the song is raised:
Bring meed, as 'twere, to one who makes thee glad with hymns.
2. 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.
3. On through the long wool of the sheep to the meath-dropping vat he flows:
The Rsis' sevenfold quire hath sung aloud to him.
4. Shared by all Gods, Infallible, the Leader of our holy hymns,
Golden-hued Soma, being cleansed, hath reached the bowls.
5. After thy Godlike qualities, associate with Indra, go,
As a Priest purified by priests, Immortal One.
6. Like a car-horse who shows his strength, a God effused for Deities.
The penetrating Pavamana flows along.
