1 Urged by the men, this vigorous Steed, Lord of the mind, Omniscient,

Runs to the woollen straining-cloth.

2 Within the filter hath he flowed, this Soma for the righteous effused,

Entering all their essences.

3 He shines in beauty there, in his dwelling-place,

Foe-slayer, dearest to the righteous.

4 Directed by the Sisters ten, bellowing on his way this Steer

Runs onward to the wooden vats.

5 O Purifier, swift and strong, Omniscient, Thou gavest splendour to

The Sun and all his forms of light.

6 This Soma being purified, flows mighty and infallible,

Slayer of sinners, dear to the righteous.