SOMA, the Steer, effused for draught, flows to the purifying sieve, Slaying the fiends, loving the Devas.

Far-sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve, intelligent, bellowing, to his place of rest.

This vigorous Indu runs forth to the luminous realm of Heaven, Fiend-slayer, through the fleecy sieve.

This Payamana up above Trita's high ridge hath made the Sun, together with the Sisters, shine.

This Vṛtra-subduing Steer, effused, Soma room-giver, ne’er deceived, Hath gone, as ’twere, to win the spoil.

Urged onward by the sage speeds forward to the casks of wood, indu to Indra willingly.