In waters they smote Hari, the sweetest of the sweet, with rocks; Indra-pleasing Indu for drinking.

Indu, they press you forth by the stories, most sweet-flavoured and green-tinted, into the waters for Indra to drink.

To waters with the stones they drive thee tawny-hued, most rich in sweets, O Indu, to be Indra's drink.