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Run forth in circling splendour for Indra, O Soma, sweet likewise to Mitra, to Pūṣan, and to Bhaga.

Let Indra drink thee, fresh-pressed, that his will and craft be quickened—and with him every god beside.

Flash onward, bright as the milk of heaven, bestower of deathless life and quiet, spacious rest.

Cleanse thyself as doth the mighty sea, O Soma, father of the gods, ranging through every realm.

Shine pure for the immortals, for heaven and for earth, a blessing upon the seed of our loins.

Thou bearest up the sky, gleaming celestial cream; in thine unfurling breadth win yet again the prize.

With starry lustre and gracious streams, glide pure along the sheep-wrought fleece, thou ancient one of old.

Guided by mortal hands at birth, thou pourest all good things abroad—the joy-giver who discovereth the sun.

Chosen and clarified, the drop shall fashion offspring for us, and every treasure.

For strength of mind and deftness of hand be thou refined, like a race-horse washed and ready for the stake.

The press-stones strain thy living sap for rapture—Soma, radiant with vast empyrean light.

They tend the tawny infant new-born, the drop for the gods that sings within the filter.

Beloved stream, thou art purified for gladness in water’s lap, a sage and singer luck-bestowing.

Thou bearest the name that charms Indra, the name wherewith thou shatterest every barrier.

All the gods quaff thee—cow-blent, man-pressed, divinely prepared.

Pressed, thou flowest in a thousand channels through the woollen veil, over the straining-cloth.

Prize-winner, thou spurtest in myriad jets, bathed in waters, enriched with milk of kine.

Speed, O Soma, to Indra’s lips, led by men and driven by the hammering stones.

Loosed across the filter, thou floodest, thousand-streamed, to delight great Indra.

With honeyed essence they anoint thee, the drop for bull-strong Indra, to waken his delight.

Clad in the cloak of waters, tawny one, the gods adorn thee that thou mayst stretch to thy full desire.

The drop pours down—pours ever for Indra—mighty arranger who sets the living rivers free.