1This Sage, exalted by our lands, flows to the purifying sieve, Scattering foes as he is cleansed.

2Giver of strength, winner of light, for Indra and for Vayu he Is poured upon the filtering-cloth.

3The men conduct him, Soma, Steer, omniscient the head of heaven. Effused into the vats of wood.

4Longing for kine, longing for gold hath Indu Pavamana roared, Still conqueror, never overcome.

5To Indra in the firmament this mighty tawny Steer hath flowed This Indu, being purified.

6This Soma being purified flows mighty and invincible, Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.