2. Far sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve intelligent,Bellowing to his place of rest.
3. This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven,Fiend-slayer, through the sheep's long wool.
4. This Pavamana, up above on Trita's ridge, hath made the Sun,Together with the Sisters, shine.
5. Effused, this Soma, Steer, who slays Vritra, room-giver, unbeguiled,Hath gone as 'twere to win the spoil.
6. Urged by the sage upon his way, this God speeds forward to the: vats,Indu to Indra, giving boons.