The great light of earth was placed in the pasture; the cows go about ripe in their milk. The world revels in its own essence, clothed with rain — what Indra bestowed for food he put within bounds.

A great light has been shed upon the rivers; the cow yet immature grazes, charged with the ripe (milk), for Indra has plural ced in the cow all this collected sweetness for food.

A mighty splendour rests upon her bosom: bearing ripe milk the Cow, unripe, advances. All sweetness is collected in the Heifer, sweetness which Indra made for our enjoyment.