URGED by the men, this vigorous Steed, Lord of the mind, Omniscient, Runs to the woollen straining-cloth.

Within the filter hath he flowed, this Soma for the Devas effused, Entering all their essences.

He shines in beauty there, this Deva Immortal in his dwelling-place, Foe-slayer, dearest to the Devas.

Directed by the Sisters ten, bellowing on his way this Steer Runs onward to the wooden vats.

This Indu, swiftand strong, Omniscient, gave spleudour to The Sun and all his forms of light.

This Soma being purified, flows mighty and infallible, Slayer of sinners, dear toDevas.