1 Like rivers down a steep descent, overthrowing the Vrtras, full of zeal,

The rapid Soma-streams have flowed.

2 The drops of Soma juice effused fall like the rain upon the earth:

For the Mighty One's sake flow the Soma-streams.

3 With swelling wave the gladdening drink, the Soma, flows into the sieve,

Loving the righteous and slaying fiends.

4 It hastens to the pitchers, poured upon the sieve it waxes strong

At devotions through the lauds.

5 Thou shinest mounting heaven as 'twere above light's triple realm,

And moving seem'st to speed the Sun.

6 To Him, the Lord of worship, singers and bards have sung their songs,

Offering what He loves to see.

7 The men, the sages with their hymns, eager for help, deck thee strong steed,

Deck thee for the service of God.

8 Flow onward to the stream of meath, efficacious in thy home,

Fair, to be offered in worship.