This Pavamana of thoughtful mind yearns as one who benefits those not invincible by waves. May your rite be performed, O radiant one; between the poets the pure Soma flows—Indra is yours.

This (Soma) possessed of agreeable (praise) filtered, and sent forth, (quick) as a bird goes with a stream (of juice) through the fleece; by your sustaining act, by your intelligence, sage Indra, the pure Soma flows purified through both heaven and earth.

This heedful Pavamana, like a bird sent forth, hath with his wave flowed onward to the fleecy sieve. O Indra, through thy wisdom, b thy thought, O Sage, Soma flows bright and pure between the earth and heaven.