2Smote swiftly forts, and gambara, then Yadu and that Turvaga, For pious Divodasa's sake.

3Finder of horses, pour on us horses and wealth in kine and gold, And, Indu, food in boundless store.

4We seek to win thy friendly love, even Pavamana's flowing o'er The limit of the cleansing sieve.

5With those same waves which in their stream oyerflow the purifying sieve, Soma; be gracious unto us.

6O Soma, being purified, bring us from all sides,−for thou canst,− Riches and food with hero sons.

7Him here, the Child whom streams have borne, the ten swift fingers beautify With the Adityas is he seen.

8With Indra and with Vayu he, effused, flows onward with,the beams Of Surya to the cleansing sieve.

9Flow rich in sweets and lovely for our Bhaga, Vayu, Pusan flow For Mitra and for Varuna.

10High is thy juice's birth: though set in heaven, on earth it hath obtained Strong sheltering power and great renown.

11Striving to win, with him we gain all wealth from the ungodly man, Yea, all the glories of mankind.

12Finder of room and freedom, flow for Indra whom we must adore, For Varuna and the Marut host.

13The Gods have come to Indu well−descended, beautified with milk, The active crusher of the foe.

14Even as mother cows their calf, so let our praise−songs strengthen him, Yea, him who winneth Indra's heart.

15Soma, pour blessings on our kine, pour forth the food that streams with milk Increase the sea that merits laud.

16From heaven hath Pavamana made, as 'twere, the marvellous thunder, and The lofty light of all mankind.

17The gladdening and auspicious juice of thee, of Pavamana, King! Flows o'er the woollen straining−cloth.

18Thy juice, O Pavamana, sends its rays abroad like splendid skill, Like lustre, all heaven's light, to see.

19Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings delight, Slaying the wicked, dear to Gods.

20Killing the foeman and his hate, and winning booty every day, Gainer art thou of steeds and kine.

21Red−hued, be blended with the milk that seems to yield its lovely breast, Falcon−like resting in thine home.

22Flow onward thou who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter Vrtra who Compassed and stayed the mighty floods.

23Soma who rainest gifts, may we win riches with our hero sons: Strengthen, as thou art cleansed, our hymns.

24Aided by thee, and through thy grace, may we be slayers when we war: Watch, Soma, at our solemn rites.

25Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma flowcth on, Going to Indra's special place.

26O Pavamana, hither bring great riches, and destroy our foes: O Indu, grant heroic fame.

27A hundred obstacles have ne'er checked thee when fain to give thy boons, When, being cleansed, thou combatest.

28Indu, flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk: Drive all our enemies away.

29Indu, in this thy friendship most lofty and glorious may we Subdue all those who war with us.

30Those awful weapons that thou hast, sharpened at point to strike men down− Guard us therewith from every foe.