Like milch‑cows pouring, the pure one, ever‑un‑decaying, made the kine move in the forest. For the gods Soma, the purifying, brought forth what was separated, with the rich cows he yoked them.

The showerer of benefits, cleansed and filtered in the woollen fleece, you cried aloud in the water; Soma Pavamāna, mixed with the curds and milk, you go to the prepared (station) of the gods.

Making thee pure and bright in the sheep's long wool, tbou hast bellowed, steerlike, in the wood. Thou flowest, Soma Pavamana, balmed with milk unto the special place of Gods.