VIII Soma Pavamana

1. For Vritra-slaying Indra, thou, Soma, art poured that he may drink,

And for the guerdon-giving man, the hero sitting in his seat.

2. Friends, may the princes, ye and we, obtain this most resplendent one,

Gain him who hath the smell of strength, win him whose home is very strength!

3. Him with the fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of all.

Who with exhilarating juice flows forth to all the deities.