1. Soma, flow on, inviting Gods, speed to the purifying cloth: Pass into Indra, as a Bull. 2 As mighty food speed hitherward, Indu, as a most splendid Steer: Sit in thy place as one with strength. 3 The well-loved meath was made to flow, the stream of the creative juice ne Sage drew waters to himself. 4 The mighty waters, yea, the floods accompany thee Mighty One, When thou wilt clothe thee with the milk. 5 The lake is brightened in the floods. Soma, our Friend, heaven's prop and stay, Falls on the purifying cloth. 6 The tawny Bull hath bellowed, fair as mighty Mitra to behold: He shines together with the Sun. 7 Songs, Indu, active in their might are beautified for thee, wherewith Thou deckest thee for our delight. 8 To thee who givest ample room we pray, to win the joyous draught: Great are the praise& due to thee. 9 Indu as, Indra's Friend, on us pour with a stream of sweetness, like Parjanya sender of the rain. 10 Winner of kine, Indu, art thou, winner of heroes, steeds, and strength Primeval Soul of sacrifice.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)