2Blended with milk and curds he flows on through the long wool of the sheep. The Gold−hued, purified, makes him three seats for rest.

3On through the long wool of the sheep to the meath−dropping vat he flows: The Rsis' sevenfold quire hath sung aloud to him.

4Shared by all Gods, Infallible, the Leader of our holy hymns, Golden−hued Soma, being cleansed, hath reached the bowls.

5After thy Godlike qualities, associate with Indra, go, As a Priest purified by priests, Immortal One.

6Like a car−horse who shows his strength, a God effused for Deities. The penetrating Pavamana flows along.