1 Hence sprinkle forth the juice poured out, the best of sacred gifts,

Who, friend of man, hath run amid the water-streams. He hath pressed out the juice with stones.

2 Now, being purified, flow hither through the fleece inviolate and most odorous.

We gladden thee in waters when thou art poured out, blending thee still with juice and milk.

3 Pressed out for all to see, delighting the righteous, the far-sighted One is mental power.

4 Cleansing thee in thy stream, thou flowest in a watery robe:

Giver of wealth, thou sittest in the place of Law, a fountain made of gold.

5 Milking the heavenly udder for dear sweetness, he hath sat in the ancient gathering-place.

Washed by the men, the Strong Far-seeing One streams forth nutritious food that all desire.

6 While they cleanse thee, dear and watchful in the sheep's long wool,

Thou hast become a Singer most like Angiras: thou madest the sun mount to heaven.

7 Bountiful, best of furtherers, he floweth on, seer and Singer, keen of sight.

Thou hast become a Sage most welcome to the righteous: thou madest the sun mount to heaven.

8 Pressed out by pressers, he goes over the fleecy backs of sheep,

Goes, even as with a mare, in tawny-coloured stream, goes in exhilarating stream.

9 Down to the water, rich in kine, hath flowed with cows, with cows that have been milked.

They have approached the mixing-vessel as a sea: the cheerer streams for the carouse.

10 Poured out by stones and urged through the long wool of the sheep,

Thou, entering the saucers as a man the fort, gold-hued hast settled in the wood.

11 He beautifies himself through the sheep's long fine wool, like an impetuous steed in war,

The Purifier, who shall be the joy of sages and of holy bards.

12 For the feast of the righteous, river-like he hath swelled with surge,

With the stalk's juice, exhilarating, resting not, into the vat that drops with sweetness.

13 Like a dear son who must be decked, the Lovely One hath clad him in a shining robe.

Men skilful at their work drive him forth, like a car, into the rivers from their bands.

14 The living drops pour, as they flow, the gladdening drink,

Intelligent drops above the basin of the sea, exhilarating, finding light.

15 May the King, the Purifier, speed with his wave over the sea the lofty rite:

May he by the decree of the Friend and the All-Seeing flow furthering the lofty rite.

17 The gladdening juice flows pressed for the Mighty and for the host of winds:

He hastens o'er the fleece with all his thousand streams: men make him bright and beautiful.

18 Purified in the bowl and gendering the hymn, the wise one joys among the righteous.

Robed in the flood, the Mighty One hath clad himself with milk and settled in the vats.

19 O pure drop, every day thy friendship hath been my delight.

Many fiends follow me; help me, thou Tawny-hued; pass on beyond these barriers.

20 Close to thy bosom am I, day and night. O Tawny-hued, for friendship's sake.

The sun himself, refulgent with his glow, have we o'ertaken in his course like birds.

21 Deft-handed! thou when purified liftest thy voice amid the sea.

Thou, Purifier, makest riches flow to us, yellow, abundant, much desired.

22 Making thee pure and bright in the sheep's long wool, thou hast sounded, steer-like, in the wood.

Thou flowest, Purifier, balmed with milk unto the special place of the righteous.

23 Flow on to win us strength, flow on to lofty lore of every kind.

Thou, as Exhilarator, wast the first to spread the sea abroad for the righteous.

24 Flow to the realm of earth, flow to the realm of heaven, in thy righteous ways.

Fair art thou whom the sages, O Far-seeing One, urge onward with their songs and hymns.

25 Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the purifying drops in a stream,

Girt by the winds, gladdening, steeds with strength, for wisdom and for dainty food.

26 Urged onward by the pressers, clad in watery robes, the pure drop is speeding to the vat.

He gendering light, hath made the glad cows low, while he takes them as his garb of state.