Rig Veda, tr. by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1. Soma, flow on, inviting Gods, speed to the purifying cloth:
Pass into Indra, as a Bull.
2 As mighty food speed hitherward, Indu, as a most splendid Steer:
Sit in thy place as one with strength.
3 The well-loved meath was made to flow, the stream of the creative juice
ne Sage drew waters to himself.
4 The mighty waters, yea, the floods accompany thee Mighty One,
When thou wilt clothe thee with the milk.
5 The lake is brightened in the floods. Soma, our Friend, heaven's prop and stay,
Falls on the purifying cloth.
6 The tawny Bull hath bellowed, fair as mighty Mitra to behold:
He shines together with the Sun.
7 Songs, Indu, active in their might are beautified for thee, wherewith
Thou deckest thee for our delight.
8 To thee who givest ample room we pray, to win the joyous draught:
Great are the praise& due to thee.
9 Indu as, Indra's Friend, on us pour with a stream of sweetness, like
Parjanya sender of the rain.
10 Winner of kine, Indu, art thou, winner of heroes, steeds, and strength
Primeval Soul of sacrifice.