1. HITHERWARD have the Soma streamed, the drops while they are purified: When bIent, in waters they are rinsed. 2. The milk hath run to meet them like floods rushing down a precipice: They come to Indra, being cleansed. 3. O Soma Pavamana, thou art flowing to be Indra’s drink: The men have seized and lead thee forth. 4. Victorious, to be hailed with joy, O Soma, flow, delighting men, To him who ruleth o’er mankind. 5. Thou, Indu, when, effused by stones, thou runnest to the filter, art, Ready for Indra’s high decree. 6. Flow on, best Vrtra-slayer; flow meet to be hailed with joyful lauds. Pure, purifying, wonderful. 7. Pure, purifying is he called the Soma of the meath eflused, Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.