Before you the bull of autumn did not stop; ancestral ones moved, eager for honey. Thus others fed with the forces of the chariots; drums rose and loud cries came from above.

(One of you), the disperser (of the clouds), like Indra, the annihilator (of his foes), desirous of the oblation, proceeds (bestowing) abundant food. (Devout worshippers) cherish with (sacrificial) viands, (the faculties) of the other, for the sake of favours, which flow upon us like swelling rivers.

Forth comes your strong Bull like a cloud of autumn, sending abundant food of liquid sweetness. Let them feed with the other's ways and vigour: the upper streams have come and do us service.