2O Pavamana, sent by song, roaring about thy dwelling−place, Pass into Vayu as Law bids.

3The Steer shines with the Deities, dear Sage in his appointed home, Foe−Slayer, most beloved by Gods.

4Taking each beauteous form, he goes, desirable, while purified, Thither where− the Immortals sit.

5To Indra Soma flows, the Red, engendering song, exceeding wise, The visitor of living men.

6Flow, best exhilarator, Sage, flow to the filter in a stream To seat thee in the place of song.