1 Like able coursers they have been sent forth to be the feast of the righteous,

Joying in mountains, flowing on.

2 To the Lord of the winds flow the Soma-streams, the drops of juice made beautiful

Like a bride dowered by her sire.

3 Pressed in the mortar, these, the drops of juice, the Somas rich in food,

Give strength to the faithful with their work.

4 Deft-handed men, run hither, seize the brilliant juices blent with meal,

And cook with milk the gladdening draught.

5 Thus, Conqueror of wealth! flow, finding furtherance for us,

Giver of ample opulence.

6 This Purifier, meet to be adorned, the fingers ten adorn,

The draught that shall gladden the faithful.