O king, he who uttered the word and begot the people, the bright one, the dweller who approaches the sacrifice — he observes it. He takes up the offering of the sacrificer; purified, he attains the gods, freed from stain.

This royal (Soma) producing a sound flows forth; clothing himself with the water he advances towards the praises (of the worshipper); the sheep with its fleece lays hold of the impure form; purified he approaches the station of the gods.

RAISING his voice the King hath flowed upon his way: invested with the waters he would win the kine. The fleece retains his solid parts as though impure, and bright and cleansed he seeks the special place of Gods.