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2 At Ayu's ancient call he by his wisdom gave all this progeny of men their being, 3 Praise him, ye Aryan folk, as chief performer of sacrifice adored and ever toiling, 4 That Matarisvan rich in wealth and treasure, light−winner, finds a pathway for his offispring. 5 Night and Dawn, changing each the other's colour, meeting together suckle one same Infant: 6 Root of wealth, gathering−place of treasures, banner of sacrifice, who grants the suppliant's wishes: 7 Now and of old the home of wealth, the mansion of what is born and what was born aforetime, 8 May the Wealth−Giver grant us conquering riches; may the Wealth−Giver grant us wealth with heroes. 9 Fed with our fuel, purifying Agni, so blaze to us auspiciously for glory.

2 When in the fulness of their strength the Purus dwell, Beauteous One, on thy two grassy banks, 3 So may Sarasvati auspicious send good luck; she, rich in spoil, is never niggardly in thought, 4 We call upon Sarasvan, as unmarried men who long for wives, 5 Be thou our kind protector, O Sarasvan, with those waves of thine 6 May we enjoy Sarasvan's breast, all−beautiful, that swells with streams, 2 We crave the heavenly grace of Gods to guard us−so may Brhaspati, O friends, exalt us− 3 That Brahmanaspati, most High and Gracious, I glorify with offerings and with homage. 4 May that Brhaspati who brings all blessings, most dearly loved, be seated by our altar. 5 To us these Deathless Ones, erst born, have granted this laud of ours which gives the Immortal pleasure. 6 Him, this Brhaspati, his red−hued horses, drawing together, full of strength, bring hither. 7 For he is pure, with hundred wings, refulgent, with sword of gold, impetuous, winning sunlight. 8 Both Heaven and Earth, divine, the Deity's Parents, have made Brhaspati increase in grandeur. 9 This, Brahmanaspati, is your laudation prayer hath been made to thunderwielding Indra. 10 Ye Twain are Lords of wealth in earth and heaven, thou, O Brhaspati, and thou, O Indra.

2 Men decked with gold adorn his golden tendril, incessantly with steed−impelling homage. 3 O God, for service of the Gods flow onward, for food sublime, as Indra's drink, O Soma. 4 Flow for prosperity and constant Vigour, flow on for happiness and high perfection. 5 Father of holy hymns, Soma flows onward the Father of the earth, Father of heaven: 6 Brahman of Gods, the Leader of the poets, Rsi of sages, Bull of savage creatures, 7 He, Soma Pavamana, like a river, hath stirred the wave of voice, our songs and praises. 8 As Gladdener, Warrior never harmed in battle, with thousand genial streams, pour strength and vigour. 9 Dear, grateful to the Gods, on to the beaker moves Soma, sweet to Indra, to delight him. 10 Born in old time as finder−out of treasures, drained with the stone, decking himself in waters, 11 For our sage fathers, Soma Pavamana, of old performed, by thee, their sacred duties. 12 As thou didst flow for Manu Life−bestowing, Foe−queller, Comforter, rich in oblations, 13 Flow onward, Soma, rich in sweets and holy,. enrobed in waters on the fleecy summit. 14 Pour, hundred−streamed, winner of thousands, mighty at the Gods' banquet, Pour the rain of heaven, 15 Purified with our holy hymns, this Soma o'ertakes malignities like some strong charger, 16 Cleansed by the pressers, armed with noble weapons, stream to us the fair secret name thou bearest. 17 They deck him at his birth, the lovely Infant, the Maruts with their troop adorn the Car−horse. 18 Light−winner, Rsi−mindcd, Rsi−maker, hymned in a thousand hymns, Leader of sages, 19 Hawk seated in the bowls, Bird wide−extended, the Banner seeking kine and wielding weapons, 20 Like a fair youth who decorates his body, a courser rushing to the gain of riches, 21 Flow on with might as Pavamana, Indu flow loudly roaring through the fleecy filter. 22 His streams have been effused in all their fulness, and he hath entered, balmed with milk, the goblets.

23 Chasing our foes thou comest, Pavamana Indu, besting, as lover to his darling. 24 With full stream and abundant milk, O Soma, thy beams come, like a woman, as they cleanse thee.

1 In the great synod will I laud thy two Bay Steeds: I prize the sweet strong drink of thee the Warrior−Go 2 Ye who in concert sing unto the goldhued place, like Bay Steeds driving onward to the heavenly seat, 3 His is that thunderbolt, of iron, goldenhued, gold−coloured, very dear, and yellow in his arms; 4 As if a lovely ray were laid upon the sky, the golden thunderbolt spread out as in a race. 5 Thou, thou, when praised by men who sacrificed of old. hadst pleasure in their lauds, O Indra 6 These two dear Bays bring hither Indra on his car, Thunder−armed, joyous, meet for laud, to drink his fi 7 Tle gold−hued drops have flowed to gratify his wish: the yellow dro s have urged the swift Bays to the 8 At the swift draught the Soma−drinker waxed in might, the Iron One with yellow beard and yellow hair. 9 His yellow−coloured jaws, like ladles move apart, what time, for strength, he makes the yellow−tinted s 10 Yea, to the Dear One's seat in homes of heaven and earth the Bay Steeds' Lord hath whinnied like a ho 11 Thou, comprehending with thy might the earth and heaven, acceptest the dear hymn for ever new and 12 O Indra, let the eager wishes of the folk bring thee, delightful, golden−visored, on thy car, 13 Juices aforetime, Lord of Bays, thou drankest; and thine especially is this libation.