More beauteous than the beautiful, as Indra's bolt, this Soma, rich in sweets, hath clamoured in the vat. Dropping with oil, abundant, streams of sacrifice flow unto him like milch-kine, lowing, with their milk.
स पूर्व्यः पवते यं दिवस् परि श्येनो मथायद् इषितस् तिरो रजः । स मध्व आ युवते वेविजान इत् कृशानोर् अस्तुर् मनसाह बिभ्युषा ॥
sa pūrvyaḥ pavate yaṃ divas pari śyeno mathāyad iṣitas tiro rajaḥ | sa madhva ā yuvate vevijāna it kṛśānor astur manasāha bibhyuṣā ||
On flows that Ancient One whom, hitherward, from heaven, sped through the region of the air, the Falcon snatched. He, quivering with alarm and terrified in heart before bow-armed Krsanu, holdeth fast the sweet.
ते नः पूर्वास उपरास इन्दवो महे वाजाय धन्वन्तु गोमते । ईक्षेण्यासो अह्यो न चारवो ब्रह्म-ब्रह्म ये जुजुषुर् हविर्-हविः ॥
te naḥ pūrvāsa uparāsa indavo mahe vājāya dhanvantu gomate | īkṣeṇyāso ahyo na cāravo brahma-brahma ye jujuṣur havir-haviḥ ||
May those first freshest drops of Soma juice effused flow on, their way to bring us mighty strength in kine. Beauteous as serpents, worthy to be looked upon, they whom each sacred gift and all our prayers have pleased.
May that much-lauded Indu, with a heart inclined to us, well-knowing, fight against our enemies. He who hath brought the germ beside the Strong One's seat moves onward to the widely-opened stall of kine.
The active potent juice of heaven is flowing on, great Varuna whom the forward man can ne'er deceive. Mitra, the Holy, hath been pressed for troubled times, neighing like an impatient horse amid the herd.