They milked you, O mighty-bull, like the honeyed one, from the mountains into waters; the ten throwers (rivers) pour forth. O Indra, Soma, exalt the people like the surge of the Sindhu, sacred and purifying, as a prayer.

The ten fingers of the skillful (one) milk you forth with the stones into the water most sweet-flavoured, the showerer (of benefits); Soma, exhilarating Indra (and) the celestial people, you rush forth, when filtered, like the wave of a river.

Deft-handed men with stones, the ten swift fingers, drain thee into waters, thee, the Steer enriched with sweets. Thou, Soma, gladdening Indra, and the Heavenly Host, flowest as Pavamana like a river's wave.