1. LIKE rivers down a steep descent, slaying the Vṛtras, full of zeal, The rapid Soma-streams have flowed. 2 The drops of Soma juice effused fall like the rain upon the earth: To Indra flow the Soma-streams. 3 With swelling wave the gladdening drink, the Soma, flows intoṭhe sieve, Loving the Gods and slaying fiends. 4 It hastens to the pitchers, poured upon the sieve it waxes strong At sacrifices through the lauds. 5 Soma, thou shinest mounting heaven as ’twere above light's triple realm, And moving secm'st to speed the Sun. 6 To him, the head of sacnfice, singers and bards have sung their songs, Offering what he loves to see. 7 The men, the sages with their hymns, eager for help, deck thee strong &teed, Deck thee for service of the Gods. 8 Flow onward to the stream of meath rest efficacious in thy home, Fair, to be drunk at sacrifice.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)