2And he, made beautiful by night, dips forward into strengthening food', What time the sacrificer's thoughts speed on his way the Golden−hued.

3We cleanse this gladdening drink of his the juice which Indra chiefly drinks−−− That which kine took into their mouths, of old, and princes take it now.

4To him, while purifying, they have raised the ancient psalm of praise: And sacred songs which bear the names of Gods have supplicated him.

5They purify him as he drops, courageous, in the fleecy sieve. Him they instruct as messenger to bear the sage's morning prayer.

6Soma, best Cheerer, takes his seat, the while they cleanse him in the bowls. He as it were impregns the cow, and babbles on, the Lord of Song.

7He is effused and beautified, a God for Gods, by skilful men. He penetrates the mighty floods collecting all he knows therein.

8Pressed, Indu, guided by the men, thou art led to the cleaning sieve. Thou, yielding Indra highest joy, takest thy seat within the bowls.