1 The Steer, effused for draught, flows to the purifying sieve,

Slaying the fiends, loving the righteous.

2 Far-sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve, intelligent,

Bellowing, to his place of rest.

3 This vigorous Purifier runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven,

Fiend-slayer, through the fleecy sieve.

4 O Purifier, up above the high ridge Thou hast made the Sun,

Together with the Sisters, shine.

5 This Vrtra-slaying Steer, effused, room-giver, ne'er deceived,

Hath gone, as 'twere, to win the spoil.

6 Urged onward by the sage, the sap speeds forward to the casks of wood,

Willingly, in the Mighty One's name.