1 Forth on their way the glorious drops have flowed for maintenance of Law,

Knowing this devotion's course.

2 Down in the mighty waters sinks the stream of meath, most excellent,

Offering best of all in worth.

3 About the holy place, the Steer true, guileless, noblest, hath sent forth

Continuous voices in the wood.

4 When, clothed in manly strength, the Sage flows in celestial wisdom round,

The Strong would win the light of heaven.

5 When purified, he sits as King above the hosts, among his folk,

What time the sages bring him nigh.

6 Dear, golden-coloured, in the fleece he sinks and settles in the wood:

The Singer shows his zeal in hymns.

7 It goes to the Mighty One, the Lord of the winds, the Healer, as is its custom,

With gladdening juice which gives joy.

8 The streams of pleasant Soma flow to the Bountiful, the Friend, the All-Seeing,-

Well-knowing through His mighty powers.

Heaven and Earth, riches of meath to win us wealth:

Gain for us treasures and renown.