Run forward to the pool and sit down: May you be cleansed by the warriors and join the battle. May you be as beautiful as a swift horse, led by reins to the sacred grass.
Indu, the well-armed God, flows forward, dispelling curses and guarding against treacherous attacks. Father, creator of the gods, most skilled, the support of the heavens and the earth’s sustainer.
Rishi and Sage, the champion of the people, wise and discerning, Uśanā in her wisdom, She has revealed their hidden nature, the cows’ mysteries and most enigmatic titles.
This Soma rich in mead, O Indra, guide the steed, it flows into the filter. The Strong Giver, winning hundreds and thousands, reaches the holy grass that never fails.
These Somas are for the wealth of countless cattle, fame for them, and mighty, immortal strength. These have been sent, purified by strangers, like horses eager to fight for glory.
While he purifies himself, invoked by many, he flows to give all joy to the people. Thou whom the falcon brings, bring, dainty foods, stir yourself and send us wealth and spoils.
This Soma pressed into the cleansing filter runs like a host unleashed, the horse; Like a strong bull sharpening its pointed horns, like a brave warrior in battle for cattle.
It came forth from the highest mountain, found cattle hidden in a stable. Soma’s stream clears itself for you, O Indra, like lightning through the clouds of heaven,
Purifying itself and borne by Indra, Soma, you circle the herd of cattle. May your praise help us, Mighty One, generous Giver, to the full, abundant food you provide.