Whoever hears the call of his Harini in the field, swiftly for wealth the Harini split the battle. For what was done in the slaughter, the armored bearer drank the fat of my might, Hari’s blind ones.

He whose bay horses alight (upon the Soma) like two ladies, whose yellow jaws tremble (witheagerness) for the sacrificial food, (is praised) when having drunk of the delicious exhilarating Soma in theprepared cup, he rubs down his bay horses.

His yellow-coloured jaws, like ladles move apart, what time, for strength, he makes the yellow-tinted stir, When, while the bowl stands there, he grooms his Tawny Steeds, when he hath drunk strong drink, the sweet juice that he loves.