Surrounded, the splendid ones, lofty in mountains, O Soma, are pure-eyed; you are wholly present in our beverages.

Effused while pressed between the stones, the Soma flows upon the straining cloth; you are the giver of all things to those who praise you.

THOU, Soma, dweller on the hills, effused, hast flowed into the sieve,: All-bounteous art thou in carouse.