This Agni in whom Indra mixed the Soma, who placed the juice in the belly of the press—Jatavedas, you are lauded a thousandfold in our wealth; you are praised with sevenfold songs.

This is that Agni in whom Indra, desirous (of the oblation), plural ced the effused Soma for (his own) belly; you are praised by us, Jātavedas, enjoying the sacrificial food of many sorts like a rapid courser (enjoying many plural asures in battle).

THIS is that Agni whence the longing Indra took the pressed Soma deep within his body. Winner of spoils in thousands, like a courser, with praise art thou exalted, Jatavedas.