1 Like waves of waters, skilled in song the juices of the Soma speed

Onward, as buffaloes to woods.

2 With stream of devotion the brown bright drops have flowed with strength in store

Of kine into the wooden vats.

3 To the glory of the Mighty One, the Lord of the winds, the All-Seeing, the All-Pervading,

Flow the drops of Soma juice effused.

4 Three several words are uttered: kine are lowing, cows who give their milk:

The Tawny-hued goes bellowing on.

5 The young and sacred mothers of the holy rite have uttered praise.

6 From every side, O Lord, for our profit, pour Thou forth four seas

Filled full of riches thousandfold.