1 The drop of Soma juice effused flows onward with this stream impelled,

Rending strong places with its might.

2 Poured forth to the glory of the Mighty One, the All-Seeing, the Lord of the winds, the All-Pervading,

Flows the Soma juice.

3 With stones they press the Soma forth, the Strong conducted by the strong:

They milk the liquor out with skill.

4 'Tis he whom Trita must refine, 'tis he who shall gladden the faithful:

The Tawny One is decked with tints.

5 Him do the Sons of Prsni milk, the dwelling-place of devotion,

Offering lovely and most dear.

6 To him in one united stream these songs flow on straight forward, he,

Loud voiced, hath made the milch-kine low.