śiśur na jāto 'va cakradad vane svar yad vājy aruṣaḥ siṣāsati | divo retasā sacate payovṛdhā tam īmahe sumatī śarma saprathaḥ ||
Born like a youngling he hath clamoured in the wood, when he, the Red, the Strong, would win the light of heaven. He comes with heavenly seed that makes the water swell: him for wide-spreading shelter we implore with prayer.
divo ya skambho dharuṇaḥ svātata āpūrṇo aṃśuḥ paryeti viśvataḥ | seme mahī rodasī yakṣad āvṛtā samīcīne dādhāra sam iṣaḥ kaviḥ ||
A far-extended pillar that supports the sky the Soma-stalk, filled full, moves itself every way. He shall bring both these great worlds while the rite proceeds: the Sage holds these who move! together and all food.
mahi psaraḥ sukṛtaṃ somyam madhūrvī gavyūtir aditer ṛtaṃ yate | īśe yo vṛṣṭer ita usriyo vṛṣāpāṃ netā ya itaūtir ṛgmiyaḥ ||
Wide space hath he who follows Aditi's right path, and mighty, well-made food, meath blent with Soma juice; He who from hence commands the rain, Steer of the kine, Leader of floods, who helps us hence, who claims our laud.
ātmanvan nabho duhyate ghṛtam paya ṛtasya nābhir amṛtaṃ vi jāyate | samīcīnāḥ sudānavaḥ prīṇanti taṃ naro hitam ava mehanti peravaḥ ||
Butter and milk are drawn from animated cloud; thence Amrta is produced, centre of sacrifice. Him the Most Bounteous Ones, ever united, love; him as our Friend the Men who make all swell rain down.
The Soma-stalk hath roared, following with the wave: he swells with sap for man the skin which Gods enjoy. Upon the lap of Aditi he lays the germ, by means whereof we gain children and progeny.
sahasradhāre 'va tā asaścatas tṛtīye santu rajasi prajāvatīḥ | catasro nābho nihitā avo divo havir bharanty amṛtaṃ ghṛtaścutaḥ ||
In the third region which distils a thousand streams, may the Exhaustless Ones descend with procreant power. The kindred Four have been sent downward from the heavens: dropping with oil they bring Amrta and sacred gifts.
śvetaṃ rūpaṃ kṛṇute yat siṣāsati somo mīḍhvāṃ asuro veda bhūmanaḥ | dhiyā śamī sacate sem abhi pravad divas kavandham ava darṣad udriṇam ||
Soma assumes white colour when he strives to gain: the bounteous Asura knows full many a precious boon. Down the steep slope, through song, he comes to sacrifice, and he will burst the water-holding cask of heaven,
Yea, to the shining milk-anointed beaker, as to his goal, hath stepped the conquering Courser. Pious-souled men have sent their gift of cattle unto Kaksivan of the hundred winters.
अद्भिः सोम पपृचानस्य ते रसो ऽव्यो वारं वि पवमान धावति । स मृज्यमानः कविभिर् मदिन्तम स्वदस्वेन्द्राय पवमान पीतये ॥
adbhiḥ soma papṛcānasya te raso 'vyo vāraṃ vi pavamāna dhāvati | sa mṛjyamānaḥ kavibhir madintama svadasvendrāya pavamāna pītaye ||
Soma, thy juice when thou art blended with the streams, flows, Pavamana, through the long wool of the sheep. So, cleansed by sages. O best giver of delight, grow sweet for Indra, Pavamana! for his drink.