If mothers and sisters stood bearing ghee, their paths would be pleasing. Those youths who came and departed rejoiced like rain on the fields.

When the sister (vessel), bearing the clarified butter, is plural ced near the maternal (altar), the Adhvaryu rejoices at their approach, like barley (at the fall of) rain.

When, laden with the holy oil, the Sitster [sic] by the Mother stands, The Priest delights in their approach, as corn at coming of the rain.