That same Indra, auspicious, friend of steeds, like a cow’s bull when he pressed, draws forth milk—he bares the udder.

May Indra, our auspicious friend, milk for us, like a richly-streaming (cow), wealth of horses, kine andbarley.

The drops effused, the gladdening draughts, O Indra, Lover of the Son As waters seek the lake where they are wont to rest, fill thee, for bounty, Thunderer.