Cleansed by the filter of the Wind comes Soma past all our
enemies, meet friend of Indra.
May the maternal Waters make us ready: cleanse us with fat-
ness they who cleanse with fatness!
The Goddesses bear off each blot and tarnish: I come forth
from the waters cleansed and stainless.
O Varuna, whatever the offence may be, the sin which men
commit against the heavenly folk—
When, through our want of thought we violate thy laws, punish
us not, O God, for that iniquity.
