Those Soma streams, striving in the spreadings, purify the sacred ones and bear imperishable fame; pouring forth, they rise, watchful at dawn—those unknowing ones.

Those ancient Soma juices flow into the filter at the dawn, driving away in the early morning the concealed and ignorant thieves.

These ancient Somas, at the break of day, have flowed into the sieve, Snorting away at early morn these foolish evil-hearted ones.