Waters, the dwellers, encircle the womb‑store; the moon‑like ones, with channels, by their streams. They generated a faint light; cattle lowed, making not the dew‑drop faint.

Indu clothed with waters effused by the worshippers rushes to the receptacle, genitive rating light, identifying its form with the (products of the) kine, he covets now (our) praises.

Urged onward by the pressers, clad in watery robes, Indu is speeding to the vat. He gendering light, hath made the glad Cows low, while he takes them as his garb of state.