Around the sky-mass a thousand fold the mountain-swarm pours honey; the bees sprinkle the holy slopes. Where kine stand in well-folded herds, they raise the foremost streams to the field.

The powerful exhilarating Soma-juices besprinkle Indra who dwells in heaven, the augmenter of the clouds, the destroyer of the dwelling (of the foe); in whom on account of his greatness, the cows, the eaters of the oblations, mix the best (of their milk contained) in the uplifted udder.

They pour out meath around the Master of the house, Celestial Strengthener of the mountain that gives might; In whom, through his great powers, oblation-eating cows in their uplifted udder mix their choicest milk.