Bring to us the Indra‑bands, the springing runnels that enrich the land; the rains and the streams keep order, the knowers of heaven.

Bring us wealth, bright Soma juices effused, filtered, filling the sky with rain, shedding water (upon the earth) acquiring all things.

Stream opulence to us, ye drops of Soma, pressed and purified, Pouring down rain from heaven in hoods, and finding light.