Like a deep sea swelling with the tide, you, O Pusya, rouse the ritual as a cow; as the herdsman tends his cattle so you occupy the heart’s hollow.

You cherish the celebrator of the pious rite as you fill the deep seas (with water); or as a careful herdsman (cherishes) the cows; (you imbibe the Soma) as cows (obtain) fodder, (and the Soma juices) flow into you as rivulets flow into a lake.

Like pools of water deep and full, like kine thou cherishest thy might; Like the milch-cows that go well-guarded to the mead, like water-brooks that reach the lake.