To Soma who is purified as ordering Monk the song is raised: Bring meed, as ’twere, to one who makes thee glad with hymns.

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.

On through the long wool of the sheep to the meath-dropping vat he flows: The Ṛṣis’ sevenfold quire hath sung aloud to him.

Shared by all Devas, infallible, the Leader of our holy hymns, Golden-hued Soma, being cleansed, hath reached the bowls.

After thy Godlike qualities, associate with Indra, go, as a Monk purified by monks, Immortal One.

Like a car-horse who shows his strength, a Deva effused for Deities. The penetrating Indu flows along.