1
The Sage flows forth through the fine cloth to the feast of the gods, Subduing all our foes.
2
For he, as Pavamana, brings innumerable wealth in the form of cattle To the singers.
3
You grasp all things with your mind, and purify yourself with thoughts, O Soma, grant us renown.
4
Pour high glory upon us, send sure riches to our generous lords, Bring sustenance to those who sing your praise.
5
As you are cleansed, O Wonder Horse, O Soma, you have entered, like A righteous king, into the songs.
6
Like a swift horse in the flood, made clean by hands, you rest in the jars.
7
Playing like a generous chief, you go, Soma, to the sieve, Lending the laud a hero’s strength.