1. To Soma who is purified as ordering Priest the song is raised: Bring meed, as ’twere, to one who makes thee glad with hymns. 2. Blended with milk and curds he flows on through the long wool of the sheep. The Gold-hued, purified, makes him three seats for rest. 3. On through the long wool of the sheep to the meath-dropping vat he flows: The Rsis’ sevenfold quire hath sung aloud to him. 4. Shared by all Gods, Infallible, the Leader of our holy hymns, Golden-hued Soma, being cleansed, hath reached the bowls. 5. After thy Godlike qualities, associate with Indra, go, As a Priest purified by priests, Immortal One. 6. Like a car-horse who shows his strength, a God effused for Deities. The penetrating Pavamana flows along.