2Indu, the well−armed God, is flowing onward, who quells the curse and guards from treacherous onslau ght, Father, begetter of the Gods, most skilful, the buttress of the heavens and earth's supporter. 2. 3. Rsi and Sage, the Champion of the people, cleft and sagacious, Usana in wisdom, He hath discovered even their hidden nature, the Cows' concealed and most mysterious title.

4This thine own Soma rich in meath, O Indra, Steer for the Steer, hath flowed into the filter. The strong Free−giver, winning hundreds, thousands, hath reached the holy grass that never fails him.

5These Somas are for wealth of countless cattle, renown therefor, and mighty strength immortal. These have been sent forth, urified by strainers, like steeds who rusg to battle fain for glory.

6He, while he cleanses him, invoked of many, hath flowed to give the people all enjoyment. Thou whom the Falcon brought, bring, dainty viands, bestir thyself and send us wealth and booty.

7This Soma, pressed into the cleansing filter, hath run as 'twere a host let loose, the Courser; Like a strong bull who whets his horns kpen−pointed, like a brave warrior in the fray for cattle.

8He issued forth from out the loftiest mountain, and found kine hidden somewhere in a stable. Soma's stream clears itself for thee, O Indra, like lightning thundering through the clouds of heaven,

9Cleansing thyselr, and borne along with Indra, Soma, thou goest round the herd of cattle. May thy praise help us, Mighty One, prompt Giver, to the full ample food which thou bestowest.