1 Made pure by this man's urgent zeal and impulse, God hath imparted His gift to the righteous.

He goes, poured out and singing, to the filter, like a priest to measured seats supplied with cattle.

2 Robed in fair raiment meet to wear in battle, a mighty Sage pronouncing invocations.

Roll onward to the beakers as they cleanse thee, far-seeing at the feast of the righteous, and watchful.

3 Dear, he is brightened on the fleecy summit, a Prince among us, nobler than the noble.

Sound forth as thou art purified, run forward. Do ye preserve us evermore with blessings.

4 Let us sing praises to the angels' Lord: sing loudly, send ye the gift forth for mighty riches.

Let him flow, sweetly flavoured, through the filter, and let our pious one rest in the pitcher.

5 Winning the friendship of the righteous, the pure drop flows in a thousand streams to make them joyful.

Praised by the men after the ancient statute, he hath come nigh, for our great bliss, to the Mighty.

6 Flow, Gold-hued, cleansing thee, to enrich the singer: let thy juice go to the servants of the Mighty to support them.

Come nigh, together with the righteous, for bounty. Do ye preserve us evermore with blessings.

7 The Lord declares the generations of His angels, like a sage proclaiming lofty wisdom.

With brilliant kin, far-ruling, sanctifying, he advances, singing, to the places.

8 The Swans, the Vrsaganas, from anear us have brought their restless spirit to our dwelling.

Friends come to the Purifier, meet for praises, and sound in concert their resistless music.

9 He follows the rapid movement of the Wide-strider: cows low, as 'twere, to him who sports at pleasure.

He with the sharpened horns brings forth abundance: the Silvery shines by night, by day the Golden.

10 Strong, bathed in milk, he flows on for the Mighty, exciting strength, to make him joyful.

He quells malignities and slays the wicked, the King of mighty power who brings us comfort.

11 Then in a stream he flows, milked out with press-stones, mingled with sweetness, through the fleecy filter,

Rejoicing in the love of the Mighty, gladdening for the delight of the righteous.

12 As he is purified he pours out treasures, bedewing the righteous with his own juices.

He hath, wearing qualities by seasons, on the raised fleece engaged the ten swift fingers.

13 The Red Bull sounding to the kine advances, causing the heavens and earth to roar and thunder.

Well is he heard like the shout of the Mighty in battle: letting this voice be known he hastens hither.

14 Swelling with milk, abounding in sweet flavours, urging the sweet plant thou goest onward.

Raising a shout thou flowest as they cleanse thee, when thou art poured out for the Mighty.

15 So flow thou on inspiriting, for rapture, aiming death-shafts at him who stays the waters,

Flow to us wearing thy resplendent colour, poured out and eager for the kine.

16 Pleased with us, send us as thou flowest good easy paths in ample space and comforts.

Dispelling, as 'twere with a club, misfortunes, run o'er the height, run o'er the fleecy summit.

17 Pour on us rain celestial, quickly streaming, refreshing, fraught with health and ready bounty.

Flow, send these winds, thy lower kinsmen, setting them free like locks of hair unbraided.

18 Part, like a knotted tangle, while they cleanse thee, righteous and unrighteous conduct.

Neigh like a tawny courser who is loosened, come like a youth, a house-possessor.

19 For the service of the righteous, for delight, run o'er the height, run o'er the fleecy summit.

With thousand streams, inviolate, sweet-scented, flow on for gain of strength that conquers heroes.

20 Without a car, without a rein to guide them, unyoked, like coursers started in the contest,

These brilliant drops run forward. Do ye, O angels, come nigh.

21 So for our banquet of the righteous pour down the rain of heaven into the vessels.

May God grant us riches sought with longing, mighty, exceeding strong, with store of heroes.

22 What time the loving spirit's word had formed him Chief of all food, by statute of the Highest,

Then loudly lowing came the cows to the chosen, well-loved Master in the beaker.

23 The Sage, celestial, liberal, raining bounties, pours as he flows the Genuine for the Truthful.

The King shall be effectual strength's upholder: he by the ten bright reins is mostly guided.

24 He who beholds mankind, made pure with filters, the King supreme over angels and mortals,

From days of old is Treasure-Lord of riches: he cherishes fair well-kept Order.

25 Haste, like a steed, to victory for glory, to the entertainment of the Mighty and of the winds.

Give us food ample, thousandfold: be the finder-out of riches when they cleanse thee.

26 Poured out by us, let the delighting drops bring as they flow a home with noble heroes.

Rich in all boons like priests acquiring favour, the worshippers of heaven, the best of cheerers.

27 So, O Lord, for service of the righteous flow onward, flow, drink of the righteous, for ample food.

For we go forth to war against the mighty: make heaven and earth well stablished by thy cleansing.

28 Thou, yoked by strong men, neighest like a courser, swifter than thought is, like an awful lion.

By paths directed hitherward, the straightest, send thou us happiness while they cleanse thee.

29 Sprung from the righteous, a hundred streams, a thousand, have been poured out: sages prepare and purge them.

Bring us from heaven the means of winning; thou art forerunner of abundant riches.

30 The streams of days were poured as 'twere from heaven: the wise King doth not treat his friend unkindly.

Like a son following his father's wishes, grant to this family success and safety.

31 Now are thy streams poured forth with all their sweetness, when, purified, thou goest through the filter.

The race of kine is thy gift, O Purifier: when born thou madest the sun rich with brightness.

32 Bright, sounding along the path of Order, thou shinest as the form of life eternal.

Thou flowest on as gladdening drink for the servants of the Mighty, sending thy voice out with the hymns of sages.

33 Pouring out streams at the feast of the righteous with service, thou lookest down, a heavenly Eagle.

Enter the beaker, and with a roar approach the ray of the sun.

34 Three are the voices that the Courser utters: he speaks the thought of prayer, the law of Order.

To the Cow's Master come the Cows inquiring: the hymns with eager longing come to him.

35 To him come the Cows, the milch-kine longing, to him sages with their hymns inquiring.

Poured out, he is purified and blended: our hymns and songs unite in him.

36 Thus, as we pour thee into vessels, while thou art purified, flow for our welfare.

Pass to the Mighty with a mighty roaring, make the voice swell, and generate abundance.

37 Singer of true songs, ever watchful, he hath settled in the ladles when they cleanse him.

Him the ministering priests, paired and eager, follow, leaders of worship and skilful-handed.

38 Cleansed near the sun as 'twere he as Creator hath filled full heaven and earth, and hath disclosed them.

He by whose dear help men gain all their wishes shall yield the precious meed as to a victor.

39 He, being cleansed, the Strengthener and Increaser, the Bounteous, helped us with his lustre,

Wherewith our sires of old who knew the footsteps found light and recovered the cattle from the mountain.

40 In the first vault of heaven loud roared the Ocean, King of all being, generating creatures.

Steer, in the filter, on the fleecy summit, the Drop poured out hath waxen mighty.

41 The Steer, in that as Child of Waters he chose the righteous, performed that great achievement.

He, the Purifier, granted strength to the Mighty's servants; he generated light in the sun.

42 Make the winds glad, for furtherance and bounty: cheer the All-Seeing and the Friend, as they cleanse thee.

Gladden the righteous, gladden the host of winds: make Heaven and Earth rejoice, O Lord.

43 Flow onward, righteous slayer of the wicked, driving away our enemies and sickness,

Blending thy milk with milk which cows afford us. We are thy friends, thou art the Friend of the Mighty.

44 Pour us a fount of sweetness, a spring of treasure; send us a hero son and happy fortune.

Be sweet when they cleanse thee, and pour down riches on us from the ocean.

45 Strong, pressed, like an impetuous courser, he hath flowed in stream as a flood speeding downward.

Cleansed, he hath settled in his wooden dwelling: the pure drop hath flowed with milk and with the waters.

46 Strong, wise, for thee who longest for his coming this drop here flows to the bowls, O Mighty One.

He, chariot-borne, sun-bright, and truly potent, was poured forth like the longing of the pious.

47 He, purified with ancient vital vigour, pervading all his Daughter's forms and figures,

Finding his threefold refuge in the waters, goes singing, as a priest, to the assemblies.

48 Now, chariot-borne, flow unto us, as thou art purified flow to the saucers,

Sweetest in waters, rich in sweetness, and holy, as the Giver of light is, truthful-minded.

49 To feast him, flow mid song and hymn, to the winds, flow purified to the All-Seeing and the Friend.

Flow to the song-inspiring car-borne Hero, to the mighty Lord, him who wields the thunder.

50 Pour on us garments that shall clothe us meetly, send, purified, milch-kine, abundant yielders.

Send us chariot-drawing horses that they may bring us treasures bright and golden.

51 Send to us in a stream celestial riches, send us, when thou art cleansed, what earth containeth,

So that thereby we may acquire possessions and the wisdom of seers like Jamadagni.

52 Pour forth this wealth with this purification: flow onward to the yellow lake.

Here, too, the Ruddy, wind-swift, full of wisdom, shall give a son to him who cometh quickly.

53 Flow on for us with this purification to the famed ford of thee whose due is glory.

May the Foe-queller shake us down, for triumph, like a tree's ripe fruit, sixty thousand treasures.

54 Eagerly do we pray for those two exploits, at the blue lake and Prsana, wrought in battle.

He sent our enemies to sleep and slew them, and turned away the foolish and unfriendly.

55 Thou comest unto three extended filters, and hastenest through each one as they cleanse thee.

Thou art the giver of the gift, a Giver of fortune for liberal lords.

56 This drop here, the Wise, the All-obtainer, flows on his way as King of all existence.

Driving the drops at our assemblies, he completely traverses the fleecy filter.

57 The Great Inviolate are kissing the drop, and singing in his place like eager sages.

The wise men send him forth with ten swift fingers, and balm his form with essence of the waters.

58 May we, with thee as the Purifier, pile up together all our spoil in battle.

This boon vouchsafe us, the All-Seeing and the Friend, and mercy, and the river, Earth and Heaven.