An inner counsel is questioned; the honey flows; the lordly one urges from the inner seat. The purifier, the begetter, I overcome as if a honey-desirer; he drives around to grant the boon.

The praise is united (to Indra); the excellent (Soma) is sprinkled; (the Soma stream) emitting plural asant juice is driven into (Indra's) mouth; the filtered diffused exhilarating swift-flowing (Soma) hastens to the fleece like the arrow of the combatants.

The thought is deeply fixed; the savoury juice is shed; the tongue with joyous sound is stirring in the mouth; And Pavamana, like the shout of combatants, the drop rising in sweet juice, is flowing through the fleece.