Do not bind the knot; make straight the path again, O Soma, and let the strong be freed. Hari’s hand did not create harm; the mortal archer gave gifts born of the gods.

(Soma), when filtered loose (me) bound (by sin) as (one loose) a knot; (grant me) a straight path and strength. You, green-tinted, neigh like a horse (when you are) let loose; proceed divine (Soma) who are friendly to man, and have a dwelling.

Part, like a knotted tangle, while they cleanse thee, O Soma, righteous and unrighteous conduct. Neigh like a tawny courser who is loosened, come like a youth, O God, a house-possessor.