1 They cleanse the Gold-hued: like a red steed is he yoked, and in the jar is mingled with the milk.

He sendeth out his voice, and many loving friends of him the highly lauded hasten with their songs.

2 The many sages utter words in unison, while into the throat of the Mighty they pour the juice,

When, with the ten that dwell together closely joined, the men whose hands are skilful cleanse the lovely sweetness.

3 He goes upon his way, unresting, to the cows, over the sound which the daughter of the sun loves.

The Falcon brought it to him for his own delight: now with the twofold kindred sisters is his home.

4 Washed by the men, stone-pressed, dear on the holy grass, faithful to seasons, Lord of cattle from of old,

Most liberal, completing worship for men, O Mighty One, the pure bright drop flows for thee.

5 O Mighty One, urged by arms of men and poured in streams, the juice flows on for thee in its own kind.

Plans thou fulfillest, gatherest thoughts for worship: in the bowls sits the Gold-hued like a roosting bird.

6 Sages well-skilled in work, intelligent, drain out the stalk that sounds, the Sage, the Everlasting One.

The milk, the hymns unite them with him in the place of worship, his seat who is produced anew.

7 Earth's central point, sustainer of the mighty heavens, distilled into the streams, into the waters' wave,

As the thunderbolt of the Mighty, Steer with far-spreading wealth, it is flowing on to make the heart rejoice.

8 Over the earthly region flow thou on thy way, helping the praiser and the pourer, thou Most Wise.

Let us not lack rich treasure reaching to our home, and may we clothe ourselves in manifold bright wealth.

9 Hither, unto us a hundred gifts of steeds, a thousand gifts of cattle and of gold,

Measure thou forth, yea, splendid ample strengthening food do thou, O Purifier, heed this laud of ours.