Beyond, unmanifest, the sky’s seer, the bull-like poet, thrice thirsting, unassailed, went toward the cow. He crosses a thousandfold course to the far-off; the stream does not return to the forebears' rising.

Radiant, wise, flowing in separate streams, (the Soma descends) from the firmament; the shower offered at the three libations responds to the praises (of the worshippers); led in a thousand directions, coming and going, he shines at many a sunrise like one who sings praises (to the gods).

From far away, from heaven, the redhued noted Sage, Steer of the triple height, hath sung unto the kine. With thousand guidings he, leading this way and that, shines, as a singer, splendidly through many a morn.