Cleanse thyself, O Soma—bringer of kine, bringer of steeds, winner of all things sweet and fair.
Bring unto us a hoard of offspring, a treasure of life.

Cleanse thyself, thou whom naught beguileth, for the waters; cleanse thyself for the green-growing things; cleanse thyself for the holy steads.

In thy cleansing, O Soma, pass through each strait and steep; as the poet, take thy place upon the sacred grass.

Self-cleansing art thou; thou findest the Sun; at thy first begetting, thou wert made mighty.

O drop divine, thou rulest over all.