This folk Indra spoke to when he wished the Soma of heroes; he declared the sacred lore by the rave of song, whose long-grown kine follow his ways.

Indra, oḥ people, has come to see you, wishing to behold his friend the offerer of the libation; let us creaking stones, for whose rotation the priests hasten, supply the altar.

This Indra, O ye men, hath come to see you, seeking a friend who hath expressed the Soma. The creaking stone is laid upon the altar, and the Adhvaryus come to turn it quickly.