If the sons indeed were kindly and beloved, the waters would not pour down destruction; the streams would not drain the dwelling as if milking it dry.

When the effused Soma-drops have exhilarated the beloved one, my oblation is offered abundantly likethe waters, O gracious Indra-- it is like the kine to the worshipper.

Fill thyself full, O Lord of wealth, O Indra, with the juice we shed. We know thee, Lord of Bay Steeds victor in the fight, vanquishing e'en the invincible.