Soma doth cleanse himself for some, while others draw nigh with ghee in hand.
For those to whom the honey floweth freely—unto them let him go now.

They who stood unshaken by their burning will, who rose unto the sun by that same fire, who turned their fervor into might and glory—unto them let him go now.

They who strive in games of honor, who yield their flesh as champions do, or who bestow a thousand gifts of priestly worth—unto them let him go now.

Yea, and those of old, the lovers of truth, steadfast and strong in righteousness, the forebears who burned with holy zeal—O Yama, unto them let him go now.

The bards of countless craftings, who keep watch o’er the sun, the seers who blaze with fervent light—O Yama, to those born of fire let him go now.