Indu, flow on with pleasant stream, to the Devas, Our Friend, unto the woollen sieve.

Pour hitherward, as Indra's Self, indu, that gladdening stream of thine.

Flow to the filter hitherward, pouring that ancient gladdening juice, Streaming forth power and high renown.

Hither the sparkling drops have flowed, like waters down a steep descent, they have reached Indra purified.

Whom, having passed the filter, While he disports him in the wood.

The juice pour forth, for offering and service of the Devas, to him who bears away the draught.

Effused flows onward with his stream to Indra, to the Deva, so that his will may strengthen him.

Soul of the offering, the juice effused flows quickly on, he keeps his ancient wisdom of a Sage.

So pouring forth, as Indra's Friend, best Gladdener! For the banquet, even in secret, he storest hymns.