2Within the filter hath he flowed, this Soma for the Gods effused, Entering all their essences.

3He shines in beauty there, this God Immortal in his dwelling−place, Foe−slayer, dearest to the Gods.

4Directed by the Sisters ten, bellowing on his way this Steer Runs onward to the wooden vats.

5This Pavamana, swiftand strong, Omniscient, gave spleudour to The Sun and all his forms of light.

6This Soma being purified, flows mighty and infallible, Slayer of sinners, dear toGods.