1 Passed through the fleece in thousand streams the Soma, purified, flows on,

A gift for the Mighty One and the Lord of the winds.

2 Sing forth, ye men who long for help, to God, the Purifier and Sage,

To whose service it is poured.

3 The Soma-drops with thousand powers are purified for victory,

Hymned in praise of God.

4 Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we may win the spoil.

O Lord, bring splendid manly might.

5 May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power,-

These precious Soma-drops effused.

6 Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, for victory,

Swift through the woollen straining-cloth.

7 Noisily flow the Soma-drops, like milch-kine lowing to their calves:

They have run forth from both the hands.

8 O Purifier, with a roar

Drive all our enemies away.

9 O ye drops, driving off the godless, looking on the light,

Sit in the place of worship.