He made the white cup, filled it with cows’ milk, and made the sacrificial barley or the milking-order; with minds the gods conquered, as if hundreds of cows ran to them.

Thus the Soma successfully reaches the white water besprinkled pitcher like a horse (reaching) the goal; the devout (priests) stimulate him with their praise; (he bestows) cattle upon Kakṣīvat who has seen a hundred winters.

Yea, to the shining milk-anointed beaker, as to his goal, hath stepped the conquering Courser. Pious-souled men have sent their giffi of cattle unto Kaksivan of the hundred winters.