1. To Indra have the Soma drops, exceeding rich in sweets, been poured, Shed in the seat of sacrifice. 2 As mother kine low to their calves, to Indra have the sages called, Called him to drink the Soma juice. 3 In the stream's wave wise Soma dwells, distilling rapture, in his seat, Resting upon a wiId-cow's hide. 4 Far-sighted Soma, Sage and Seer, is worshipped in the central point Of heaven, the straining-cloth of wool. 5 In close embraces Indu holds Soma when poured within the jars. And on the. purifying sieve. 6 Indu sends forth a voice on high to regions of the sea of air, Shaking the vase that drops with meath. 7 The Tree whose praises never fail yields heavenly milk among our hymns, Urging men's generations on. 8 The Wise One, with the Sage's stream, the Soma urged to speed, flows on To the dear places of the sky. 9 O Pavamana, bring us wealth bright with a thousand splendours. Yea. O Indu, give us ready help.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)