You poured the milky streams; the first cattle were ripened. In the midst the singers, with immortal juices, called the priest; the oblation was not impure.

Youhave restored milk to the cow; you have (brought) down the prior mature (secretion) into the unripe (or barren udder) of the cow; the devout offerer of the oblation worships you, whose forms are truth, (as vigilant in the midst of the ceremony), as a thief (in the midst) of a thicket.

Ye have deposited, matured within her, in the raw cow the first milk of the milch-cow, Which the bright offerer, shining like a serpent mid trees, presents to you whose form is perfect.