1 Flow onward, O sap, with this food for Him who battered the ninety and nine down,

2 Smote swiftly forts, and Sambara, then Yadu and that Turvaga,

For pious Divodasa's sake.

3 Finder of horses, pour on us horses and wealth in kine and gold,

And food in boundless store.

4 We seek to win thy friendly love, even the Purifier's flowing o'er

The limit of the cleansing sieve.

5 With those same waves which in their stream overflow the purifying sieve,

Be gracious unto us.

6 Being purified, bring us from all sides,-for thou canst,-

Riches and food with hero sons.

7 This sap, borne by the streams, the ten swift fingers beautify.

8 It flows onward, effused, with the beams

Of the sun to the cleansing sieve.

9 Flow rich in sweets and lovely, for the glory of the Bountiful, the Nourisher,

The Friend and the All-Seeing.

10 High is the origin of thy juice: though set in heaven, on earth it hath obtained

Strong sheltering power and great renown.

11 Striving to win, with him we gain all wealth from the ungodly man,

Yea, all the glories of mankind.

12 Finder of room and freedom, flow for the Mighty One whom we must adore,

For the All-Seeing.

13 The righteous have come to the well-descended, beautified with milk,

The active crusher of the foe.

14 Even as mother cows their calf, so let our praise-songs strengthen him,

Yea, him who winneth the faithful heart.

15 Pour blessings on our kine, pour forth the food that streams with milk

Increase the sea that merits laud.

16 From heaven the Purifier hath made, as 'twere, the marvellous thunder, and

The lofty light of all mankind.

17 The gladdening and auspicious juice of thee, the Purifier, King!

Flows o'er the woollen straining-cloth.

18 Thy juice, O Purifier, sends its rays abroad like splendid skill,

Like lustre, all heaven's light, to see.

19 Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings delight,

Slaying the wicked, dear to the righteous.

20 Killing the foeman and his hate, and winning booty every day,

Gainer art thou of steeds and kine.

21 Red-hued, be blended with the milk that seems to yield its lovely breast,

Falcon-like resting in thine home.

22 Flow onward, thou who strengthenest the oppressed to overthrow Vrtra who

Compassed and stayed the mighty floods.

23 Thou who rainest gifts, may we win riches with our hero sons:

Strengthen, as thou art cleansed, our hymns.

24 Aided by thee, and through thy grace, may we be slayers when we war:

Watch over our solemn rites.

25 Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, the sap floweth on,

Going to its appointed place.

26 O Purifier, hither bring great riches, and destroy our foes:

Grant heroic fame.

27 A hundred obstacles have ne'er checked thee when fain to give thy boons,

When, being cleansed, thou combatest.

28 Flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk:

Drive all our enemies away.

29 In this thy friendship most lofty and glorious may we

Subdue all those who war with us.

30 Those awful weapons that thou hast, sharpened at point to strike men down-

Guard us therewith from every foe.