1
Soma, the Cow, poured out for drinking, flows into the purifying sieve, Slashing the demons, loved by the gods.
2
Far-seeing, golden-brown, it flows into the sieve, wise, Roaring, to its resting place.
3
This vigorous Pavamana rushes to the bright realm of heaven, Slayer of foes, through the fleece sieve.
4
This Pavamana, up above Trita’s high peak, made the Sun, With the sisters, shine together.
5
This Vṛtra-slaying Cow, poured out, Soma-giver, never cheated, Went, as if, to claim the spoils.
6
Driven forward by the sage, the god advances to the wooden casks, Indu to Indra willingly.