2. To Soma come the cows, the milch-kine longing, to Soma sages with their hymns inquiring.Soma, effused, is purified and lauded: our hymns and Trishtup songs unite in Soma.
3. Thus, Soma, as we pour thee into vessels, while thou art purified, flow for our welfare!Pass into Indra. with great joy and rapture: make the voice swell, and generate abundance!