Born at the ford, near the speechless waters, playful among the mothers, they do not strike. Release poison, O gentle ones; sleepful counsels move in thought—these wild ones grow and rejoice.

(The Soma) being effused at the sacrifice, they made a noise like (children) at plural y, striking theirmother. Proclaim the praise of (the stone), which has effused (the Soma), let the honoured stones revolve.

They have raised high their voice for juice, for sacrifice, striking the Mother earth as though they danced thereon. So loose thou too his thought who hath effused the sap, and let the Stones which we are honouring be disjoined.