2Far−sighted, tawny−coloured, he flows to the sieve, intelligent, Bellowing, to his place of rest.

3This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven, Fiend−slayer, through the fleecy sieve.

4This Payamana up above Trita's high ridge hath made the Sun, Together with the Sisters, shine.

5This Vrtra−slaying Steer, effused, Soma room−giver, ne'er deceived, Hath gone, as 'twere, to win the spoil.

6Urged onward by the sage, the God speeds forward to the casks of wood, Indu to Indra willingly.