LIKE waves of waters, skilled in song the juices of the Soma speed Onward, as buffaloes to woods.
With stream of offering the brown bright drops have flowed with strength in store Of kine into the wooden vats.
To Indra, Soma, Indra, to Indra, and the Devas, flow The drops of Soma juice effused.
Three several words are uttered: kine are ]owing, cows who give their milk: The Tawny-hued goes bellowing on.
The young and sacred mothers of the holy rite have uttered praise: They decorate the Child of Heaven.
From every side, O Soma, for our profit, pour thou forth four seas Filled full of riches thousandfold.