VI Soma Pavamana

1. This Sage, exalted by our lands, flows to the purifying sieve,

Scattering foes as he is cleansed.

2. Giver of strength, winner of light, for Indra and for Vayu he

Is poured upon the filtering-cloth.

3. The men conduct him, Soma, Steer, omniscient the head of heaven.

Effused into the vats of wood.

4. Longing for kine, longing for gold hath Indu Pavamana roared,

Still conqueror, never overcome.

5. To Indra in the firmament this mighty tawny Steer hath flowed

This Indu, being purified.

6. This Soma being purified flows mighty and invincible, Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.