Mountain-born Soma, being pressed, hath flowed about the filter.
Thou art he who bestoweth wholeness in the raptures of delight.

Thou art the seer, the wise poet, the honey sprung from the stalk.
Thou art he who bestoweth wholeness in the raptures of delight.

All the gods, in holy fellowship, have come to drink of thee.
Thou art he who bestoweth wholeness in the raptures of delight.

He who holdeth all fair and sought-for things in both his hands— Thou art he who bestoweth wholeness in the raptures of delight.

Who shall yield forth milk as these two great world-halves do, the twin mothers as one— Thou art he who bestoweth wholeness in the raptures of delight.

He who, in one day, doth course through both the worlds with the spoil of the fray— Thou art he who bestoweth wholeness in the raptures of delight.

He, wild with might in the vats, roared aloud as he was cleansed.
Thou art he who bestoweth wholeness in the raptures of delight.