The heaven’s earlier ambrosia, glorious by hymn, spaciously flowed; it proclaimed Indra borne forth with voice.

They have milked from heaven from the mighty deep the ancient Soma, the beverage (of the gods) of heaven, which is worthy of praise; they have praised it when genitive rated for Indra.

They have drained forth from out the great depth of the sky the old primeval milk of heaven that claims the laud: They lifted up their voice to Indra athis birth.