1. THIS Sage, exalted by our lauds, flows to the purifying cloth, Scattering foes as he is cleansed. 2 As giving power and winning light, for Indra and for Vāyu he Is poured upon the filtering-cloth. 3 The men conduct him, Soma, Steer, Omniscient, and the Head of Heaven, Effused into the vats of wood. 4 Longing for kine, longing for gold hath Indu Pavamana lowed, Still Conqueror, never overcome. 5 This Pavamana, gladdening draught, drops on the filtering cloth, and then Mounts up with Sūrya to the sky. 6 To Indra in the firmament this mighty tawny Steer hath flowed, This Indu, being purified.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)