These Soma‑juices for you were borne in the waters; borne by the channels, the Wind, bright, bore them. They sprinkled the holy places; the choirs purified the sacred halls. Young of the grain grew countless, Soma beyond decay.

These Soma, poured out in our rites, and borne by the priests, are prepared for you both; the pure Soma, Vāyu (and Indra), are prepared; these pervading (effusions) have passed through the oblique filter for you both; the Soma intended for you both, pass through the woolly fleece; the inexhaustible soma.

These Soma juices pressed for you in waters here, borne by attendant priests, are oficredup to you: bright, Vayu, are they offered up. Swift through the strainer have they flowed, and here are shed for both ofyou, Soma-drops, fain for you, over the wether's fleece, Somas over the wether's fleece.