O gods, favor the rich in honey; Indra, may you increase the cattle and kine. The singers' lofty words, spread through the fields, bring forth the resolute extractor of clarified juice.

The exhilarating Soma-juices flow towards the shining (Indra), as kine (have to their calves); the lowing kine sitting on the barhis grass hold in their udders the pure (juice) welling up.

THE drops of Soma juice like cows who yield their milk have flowed forth, rich in meath, unto the Shining One, And, seated on the grass, raising their voice, assumed the milk, the covering robe wherewith the udders stream.