The nectar-tongued heavenly ones milk from the sky’s mouths with veins, milking in moments upon the loftiest mountain. In the waters they pressed the flowing store; the ocean’s waves bore the nectar-bearing, pure one.

In the heaven of the bright (ssacrifice) the sweet-voiced Venas severally milk forth the sprinkler, the mountain-haunting (Soma); (they sprinkle him) nourished in the waters, juicy, in the ocean (-like pitcher), in the wave of the river; (they sprinkle him) sweet-flavoured, in the filter.

High in the vault of heaven, unceasing, honey-tongued, the Loving Ones drain out the mountain-haunting Steer,- The drop that hath grown great in waters, in the lake meath-rich, in the stream's wave and in the cleansing sieve.