2. For he, as Pavamana, sends thousandfold riches in the shapeOf cattle to the worshippers.
3. Thou graspest all things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with thoughts:As such, O Soma, find us fame!
4. Pour on us lofty glory, send sure riches to our liberal lords:Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
5. As thou art cleansed, O wondrous steed, O Soma, thou hast entered, likeA pious king, into the songs,
6. He, Soma, like a courser in the floods invincible, made brightWith hands, is resting in the press.
7. Disporting, like a liberal chief, thou goest. Soma to the sieve,Lending the laud heroic strength.