Bring now by this airy rite—by the breath of the sacred—what was heard at the pilgrimage. Sixty thousand gifts, abundant treasures, trees not yet fully ripe, like offerings of clarified butter.

And flow with this filtered stream at the renowned station ofyou who are worthy of renown; (the Soma) the destroyer of enemies has shaken down (for us) sixty thousand treasures for victory as (one shakes) a tree whose fruit is ripe.

Flow on for us with this purification to the famed ford of thee whose due is glory. May the Foe-queller shake us down, for triumph, like a tree's ripe fruit, sixty thousand treasures.