The three times seven Milch-kine in the eastern heaven have for this Soma poured the genuine milky draught. Four other beauteous Creatures hath he made for his adornment, when he waxed in strength through holy rites.
sa bhikṣamāṇo amṛtasya cāruṇa ubhe dyāvā kāvyenā vi śaśrathe | tejiṣṭhā apo maṃhanā pari vyata yadī devasya śravasā sado viduḥ ||
Longing for lovely Amrta, by his wisdom he divided, each apart from other, earth and heaven. He gladly wrapped himself in the most lucid floods, when through their glory they found the God's resting-place.
ते अस्य सन्तु केतवो ऽमृत्यवो ऽदाभ्यासो जनुषी उभे अनु । येभिर् नृम्णा च देव्या च पुनत आद् इद् राजानम् मनना अगृभ्णत ॥
te asya santu ketavo 'mṛtyavo 'dābhyāso januṣī ubhe anu | yebhir nṛmṇā ca devyā ca punata ād id rājānam mananā agṛbhṇata ||
May those his brilliant rays he ever free from death, inviolate, for both classes of created things,- Rays wherewith powers of men and Gods are purified. Yea, even for this have sages welcomed him as King.
स मृज्यमानो दशभिः सुकर्मभिः प्र मध्यमासु मातृषु प्रमे सचा । व्रतानि पानो अमृतस्य चारुण उभे नृचक्षा अनु पश्यते विशौ ॥
sa mṛjyamāno daśabhiḥ sukarmabhiḥ pra madhyamāsu mātṛṣu prame sacā | vratāni pāno amṛtasya cāruṇa ubhe nṛcakṣā anu paśyate viśau ||
He, while he is adorned by the ten skillful ones, that he too in the Midmost Mothers may create, While he is watching o'er the lovely Amrta's ways, looks on both races as Beholder of mankind.
sa marmṛjāna indriyāya dhāyasa obhe antā rodasī harṣate hitaḥ | vṛṣā śuṣmeṇa bādhate vi durmatīr ādediśānaḥ śaryaheva śurudhaḥ ||
He, while he is adorned to stream forth mighty strength, rejoices in his place between the earth and heaven. The Steer dispels the evil-hearted with his might, aiming at offerings as an archer at the game.
sa mātarā na dadṛśāna usriyo nānadad eti marutām iva svanaḥ | jānann ṛtam prathamaṃ yat svarṇaram praśastaye kam avṛṇīta sukratuḥ ||
Beholding, as it were, Two Mother Cows, the Steer goes roaring on his way even as the Maruts roar. Knowing Eternal Law, the earliest light of heaven, he, passing wise, was chosen out to tell it forth.
The fearful Bull is bellowing with violent might, far-sighted, sharpening his yellow coloured horns. Soma assumes his seat in the well-fashioned place: the cowhide and the sheepskin are his ornament.
Bright, making pure his body free from spot and stain, on the sheep's back the Golden-coloured hath flowed down. Acceptable to Mitra, Vayu, Varuna, he is prepared as threefold meal by skillful men.
Flow on for the God's banquet, Soma, as a Steer, and enter Indra's heart, the Soma's reservoir. Bear us beyond misfortune ere we be oppressed. the man who knows the land directs the man who asks.
हितो न सप्तिर् अभि वाजम् अर्षेन्द्रस्येन्दो जठरम् आ पवस्व । नावा न सिन्धुम् अति पर्षि विद्वाञ् छूरो न युध्यन्न् अव नो निद स्पः ॥
hito na saptir abhi vājam arṣendrasyendo jaṭharam ā pavasva | nāvā na sindhum ati parṣi vidvāñ chūro na yudhyann ava no nida spaḥ ||
Urged like a car-steed flow to strength, O Soma: Indu, flow onward to the throat of Indra. Skilled, bear us past, as in a boat o'er water: as battling Hero save us from the foeman.