1 For the Mighty One's sake flow these running drops, these Somas frolicsome in mood,

Exhilarating, finding light;

2 Driving off foes, bestowing room upon the presser, willingly

Bringing their praiser vital force.

3 Lightly disporting them, the drops flow to one common reservoir,

And fall into the river's wave.

4 These Purifiers have obtained all blessings much to be desired,

Like coursers harnessed to a car.

5 With view to us, O Soma-drops, bestow his manifold desire

On him who yet hath given us naught.

6 Bring us our wish with this design, as a wright brings his new-wrought wheel:

Flow pure and shining with the stream.

7 These drops have cried with resonant voice: like swift steeds they have run the course,

And roused the good man's hymn to life.