1This Soma, strong effused for draught, flows to the purifying sieve, Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.

2Far sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve intelligent, Bellowing to his place of rest.

3This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven, Fiend-slayer, through the sheep's long wool.

4This Pavamana, up above on Trita's ridge, hath made the Sun, Together with the Sisters, shine.

5Effused, this Soma, Steer, who slays Vritra, room-giver, unbeguiled, Hath gone as 'twere to win the spoil.

6Urged by the sage upon his way, this God speeds forward to the: vats, Indu to Indra, giving boons.