1
This Sage, praised by our hymns, flows to the purifying cloth, Sweeping away enemies as he is cleansed.
2
Giving power and bringing light, for Indra and for Vāyu he Is poured onto the filtering cloth.
3
Men carry him, Soma, Guide, All-Knowing One, and Heir to the Heavens, Spilling into the wooden vats.
4
Indu Pavamana longs for cows and gold, still Conqueror, never vanquished.
5
This Pavamana, sweet draught, falls on the filtering cloth, then Rises with Sūrya to the sky.
6
This mighty tawny Steer has flowed to Indra in the heavens, Purified, Indu, now victorious.