SWIFT to the purifying sieve flows Soma as exalted Law, Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.
When Soma pours the strengthening food a hundred ever-active streams To Indra's friendship win theirway.
Ten Dames have sung to welcome thee, even as a maiden greets her love: O Soma, thou art decked to win.
Flow hitherward, O Indu, sweet to Indra and to Viṣṇu: guard The men, the singers, from distress.
