May your radiance, O Pavamana Soma, go where the streams flow that bring sweet milk and dew. Gracious Harirani moved before, pouring among the waters the divine vessels of the gods.

The lustres, Soma, of you when being purified, approach with abundant milk with copious streams like a woman (giving milk to her child); the green-tinted Soma, the desired of many, has been brought to the waters and cries repeatedly in the pitcher of the god-loving (worshippers).

With full stream and abundant milk, O Soma, thy beams come, like a woman, as they cleanse thee. He, gold-hued, rich in boons, brought to the waters, hath roared within the goblet of the pious.