The charioteers cleansed the mouth of the singer; the ten-breath strong archer, steadfast of thought, drew his bow. Hari drove the troop; the warrior of the sun struck down the foe, not fleeing nor turned away.

The sister (fingers) sprinkling together cleanse (the Soma), the ten fingers (are) the efffuse of the sagacious (Soma); the green-tinted one flows round the wives of the sun, he hastens like a swift horse to the pitcher.

TEN sisters, pouring out the rain together, swift-moving thinkers of the sage, adorn him. Hither hath run the gold-hued Child of Surya and reached the vat like a fleet vigorous courser.