Bring forth, O streams, the honey-laden currents, the purified waters, the abundant offspring to be born. The purified, the dwelling of the cows, have perceived the sun with rays like the arch of light.

Your exhilarating streams are let loose when you pass purified through the woollen fleece; Pavamāna you flow to the supporting (milk) of the kine, as soon as genitive rated you fill the sun with your radiance.

Now are thy streams poured forth with all their sweetness, when, purified. thou goest through the filter. The race of kine is thy gift, Pavarridna: when born thou madest Surya rich with brightness.