1 In forefront of the cars forth goes the Hero, the Leader, winning spoil: his host rejoices.

He endues his robes of lasting colours, and blesses, for his friends, their calls on the Mighty.

2 Men decked with gold adorn his golden tendril, incessantly with steed-impelling homage.

The friend of the Mighty mounts his car well-knowing, he comes thereon to meet the prayer we offer.

3 O Lord, for service of the righteous flow onward, for food sublime, as drink for the Mighty's servants.

Making the floods, bedewing earth and heaven, come from the vast, comfort us while we cleanse thee.

4 Flow for prosperity and constant vigour, flow on for happiness and high perfection.

This is the wish of these friends assembled: this is my wish, O Purifier.

5 Father of holy hymns he flows onward, the source of the earth, the source of heaven:

The source of the light, the sun's generator, the source of the Mighty and All-Pervading in knowledge.

6 Master of the righteous, the Leader of the poets, Seer of sages, Bull of savage creatures,

Falcon amid the vultures, Axe of forests, over the cleansing sieve he goes singing.

7 He, the Purifier, like a river, hath stirred the wave of voice, our songs and praises.

Beholding these inferior powers in cattle, he rests among them as a Steer well-knowing.

8 As Gladdener, Warrior never harmed in battle, with thousand genial streams, pour strength and vigour.

As thoughtful Purifier, urge, speeding the kine, the plant's wave on to the Mighty.

9 Dear, grateful to the righteous, on to the beaker moves the juice, sweet for the Mighty's servants, to delight them.

With hundred powers, with thousand currents, like a strong car-horse, he goes to the assembly.

10 Born in old time as finder-out of treasures, drained with the stone, decking himself in waters,

Warding off curses, King of all existence, he shall find way for prayer the while they cleanse him.

11 For our sage forebears, O Purifier, of old performed, by thee, their sacred duties.

Fighting unvanquished, open the enclosures: enrich us with large gifts of steeds and heroes.

12 As thou didst flow for mankind, Life-bestowing, Foe-queller, Comforter, rich in offerings,

Even thus flow onward now conferring riches: bring forth thy weapons.

13 Flow onward, rich in sweets and holy, enrobed in waters on the fleecy summit.

Settle in vessels that are full of fatness, as cheering and most gladdening drink for the Mighty's servants.

14 Pour, hundred-streamed, winner of thousands, mighty at the banquet of the righteous, pour the rain of heaven,

While thou with rivers roarest in the beaker, and blent with milk prolongest our existence.

15 Purified with our holy hymns, this juice o'ertakes malignities like some strong charger,

Like fresh milk poured in mercy, like passage in ample room, or like a docile car-horse.

16 Cleansed by the pressers, armed with noble weapons, stream to us the fair secret name thou bearest.

Pour booty, like a horse, for love of glory: send us kine, and send us the wind.

17 They deck him at his birth, the lovely Infant, the winds with their troop adorn the Car-horse.

By songs a Poet and a Sage by wisdom, he goes singing through the cleansing filter.

18 Light-winner, seer-minded, seer-maker, hymned in a thousand hymns, Leader of sages,

A Steer who strives to gain his third form, he is, like a sovereign, resplendent as a Singer.

19 Hawk seated in the bowls, Bird wide-extended, the Banner seeking kine and wielding weapons,

Following close the sea, the wave of waters, the great Bull tells his fourth form and declares it.

20 Like a fair youth who decorates his body, a courser rushing to the gain of riches,

A steer to herds, so, flowing to the pitcher, he with a roar hath passed into the beakers.

21 Flow on with might as the Purifier, flow loudly sounding through the fleecy filter.

Enter the beakers, sporting, as they cleanse thee, and let thy gladdening juice make glad the servants of the Mighty.

22 His streams have been poured out in all their fulness, and he hath entered, balmed with milk, the goblets.

Singing his psalm, well-skilled in song, a Chanter, he comes as 'twere to his friend, sounding.

23 Chasing our foes thou comest, pure drop, the Purifier, hastening as a lover to his beloved.

As a bird flies and settles in the forest, thus the drop settles, purified, in goblets.

24 With full stream and abundant milk thy beams come, as they cleanse thee.

He, gold-hued, rich in boons, brought to the waters, hath sounded within the goblet of the pious.