1 Down to the stream a maiden came, and found the Soma by the way. Bearing it to her home she said,

For God's sake will I press thee out, for the Mighty One's sake will I press thee out.

2 Thou who seest every house in turn, accept this Soma pressed with teeth, accompanied with grain and curds, with cake of meal and song of praise.

3 Fain would we learn to know Thee well, nor yet can we attain to Thee.

Still slowly and in gradual drops, let the sap flow for the Mighty One's sake.

4 Will He not help and work for us? Will He not make us wealthier?

Shall we not, hostile to our lord, unite ourselves with God now?

7 Thrice, O Lord, Thou didst cleanse Apala, and gavest her skin bright as the sun.