Straight is the path of the purifier; he breaks and scatters like a ploughman the obstructing soil. With libations of milk and milklike draughts they glorify Indra’s kine; you are our comrade and protector.

Flow you who are straight going, the slayer of the crooked-goer, driving away disease and enemies; mixing your juice with thejuice of the kine (you go to the cups); (you are) Indra's (friend), we (are) your friends.

Flow onward righteous slayer of the wicked, driving away our enemies and sickness, Blending thy milk with milk which cows afford us. We are thy friends, thou art the Friend of Indra.