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1. ON flows
the stream of Soma who beholds mankind: by everlasting Law he calls the Gods
from heaven.
He lightens with the roaring of
Br aspati: h the lakes have not contained the pourings of juice.
2 Thou,
powerful Soma, thou to whom the cows have -lowed, ascendest bright with sheen,
thine iron-fashioned home.
Thou, lengthening our princes'
life and high renown, flowest for Indra as his might to gladdening drink.
3 Best giver
of delight, he flows to Indra's throat, robing himself in might, Auspicious
One, for fame.
He spreads himself abroad to
meet all things that be: the vigorous Tawny Steed flows sporting on his way.
4 The men, the
ten swift fingers, milk thee out for Gods, even thee most rich in meath, with
thousand flowing streams.
Soma who winnest thousands,
driven by the men, expressed with stones, bring, as thou flowest, all the Gods.
5 Deft-handed
men with stones, the ten swift fingers, drain thee into waters, thee, the Steer
enriched with sweets.
Thou, Soma, gladdening Indra,
and the Heavenly Host, flowest as Pavamana like a river's wave.
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