Soma, with streams, awoke, heroic, freely moving, dear around. O Angiras, you became a priestly seer; press upon our sacrifice with sweet thought.

Soma, who are purified, vigilant, agreeable (you flow) through the woollen fleece; you are intelligent, the chief of the Aṅgirasas, sprinkle our oblation with your exhilarating juice.

O Soma, while they cleanse thee, dear and watchful in the sheep's long wool, Thou hast become a Singer most like Angiras: thou madest Surya mount to heaven.